作词 : At The Drive In
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies 
That had knocked the pins down 
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor 
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
Yeah, they had plans for him 
But they had spun the last of the pimps 
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips 
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
And the paramedics fell into the wound 
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant, 
An anaesthetic penance beneath 
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
They had defected and been excommunicated 
And all the pulses were subverted, 
And they made sure the obituaries 
Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
A vivid dissection that mocked 
The strut of vivisection 
A semi-automatic colony 
And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
In the company of wolves 
Was a stretcher made of 
Cobblestone curfews. 
And the federales performed 
Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies 
That had knocked the pins down 
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor 
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
Well, yeah, they had plans for him 
But they had spun the last of the pimps 
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips 
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) 
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound 
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant, 
An anaesthetic penance beneath 
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way, 
Nails broke and fell 
Into the Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
Wishing well. 
On my way... 
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes... 
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes... 
Callous heels, 
Numbed in travel 
Endless maps made 
By their scalpels. 
Scalpels. 
Callous heels, 
Numbed in travel 
Endless maps made 
By their scalpels. 
Scalpels...