Tekster: At The Drive-In. In / Casino / Out. Hourglass.

Sucks me in, taking a ride and i'm wishing for the satellite grabbing vein pulling down on the radio laughing at the face that's bending down i'm all alone so far up here and my oxygen's all gone bend the metal my glory box has failed we're rocking in our reclining chairs drive away that car that brought us all this harm those are the pieces of my story line i'm all alone so far up here and my oxygen's all gone truly stressing realization i wish i was an astronaut eight hour bitterness all for whose sake stain glass sunday school charades