At the Drive-In - Hulahoop Wounds

In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade
Where the poltergeists play their videogames
At the top of the roof he says
Game over they said, game over they said

Run and get your quarters in
Over cliffs we will swim ahead
Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt
The records in their grooves

Salem is home sentenced to live
Yes this I know, comes back 10 fold
At the bottom of a french blue pool
Roamed the drunk chipped tooth

Of a man of the moon
Burn furnace burn at the bottom of the cliff
Shined a diamond with no end to its trip
Hook and sinker

I wrote it all down for you
Match a name to the face

Do you suspect?
Do you confess, do you confess?

Written by:
CEDRIC BIXLER, JIM WARD, OMAR RODRIGUEZ, PABLO HINOJOS, TONY HAJJAR

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