At The Drive-In - Heliotrope Lyrics

Beneath the residue of film,
Beneath the chemicals that the picture spilt.
The ouija board had spelled its name,
In tiki torches set aflame.

Taking rations from the ballet box.
Cursing like sweet tarts.
Cursing like sweet tarts.

Increase the dosage.
Count back from 10.

Increase the dosage.
Count back from 10.

And it was written down.
Touching earth in a capital font.
Heat seeking.
Gums bleeding.
Fingers snapping at the catacomb stabbings.

Taking rations from the ballet box.
Cursing like sweet tarts.
Cursing like sweet tarts.

"Adhesive", she said.
"Don't stick to me."

"Adhesive", she said.
"But it don't stick to me."

"Adhesive", she said.
"Don't stick to me."

"Adhesive", she said.
"Don't stick to me."

Inseminating motives,
Of lukewarm persistence.
Let the thieves in through the front door.
Let them take what they've been missing.
Let them take what they've been missing.

Inseminating motives,
Of lukewarm persistence.
Let the,
Thieves in.
Let them take what they've been missing.

It's as if,
Someone raised the price of dying,
To maximum vend again.

Turn slowly for maximum vend.
[x4]

Don't stick to me.
Count back from 10.