Schaffino Lyrics - At The Drive In

This time I'm gonna take the collection baby 

And with the money in my hand 

I'm gonna purchase all the details 

Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping 

Walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever 

Racing up the scales of your thermometer 

Turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine 

Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines 

I found feathers in the hit and run nest 

Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads 

When she knocked me over 

I looked inside the hearse 

Sprouting chauvanistic swine 

And written were the words 

Poking butter with this knife 

Allergic to this concubine 

Racing by in a '56 chevy 

And we couldn't even pretend 

To be alive... 

I found feathers in the hit and run nest 

Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping