At The Drive-In - Transatlantic Foe Lyrics

Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down,
Is this mono or stereo?

Lending aneurysm.
Satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa's lazy smile.
Trick ourselves in portable stanzas.
Black russian throated on this guillotine cancer.
How steep we are.
But there's just no telling,
Just no telling.

Savion is under heel,
Clicking morse code through movie stills,
Again.
Savion is under heel,
Clicking morse code through movie stills,
Again.

The sky had blackened with carrion birds.
Pinstriped suits and cigarettes,
Tapped danced through this tepid burlesque.
Their mouths were parched with excess thirst.
Bridge and chorus candy curse,
Still they snag through the strepthroat verse.

Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down,
Is this mono or stereo?

If I had a dollar
For every plot that you made,
In this bed of nails we made.
Trick ourselves in portable stanzas.
Black russian throated on this guillotine cancer.
How steep we are.
But there's just no telling,
Just no telling.

Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down.
Like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child.
Through the lungs of a czar's child.
Through the lungs of a czar's child.

Savion is under heel,
Clicking morse code through movie stills,
Again.
Savion is under heel,
Clicking morse code through movie stills,
Again.
Savion is under heel,
Clicking morse code through movie stills,
Again.