Lyrics:

Track #12 from the bonus CD of At The Drive-In’s third and final studio album Relationship of Command upon its 2004 re-release.
Nuisance, an actor choking on nectar
Nothing gotten, narcoleptics who lopped off these patients' blue arms
Peg-legged, sullen, drool on these words I've never uttered
Yes, I swear

Outstayed our welcome
A jab from behind
Spoke on these crutches
You wouldn't mind
I had the rack ignored in your last implants

Maiden winters
Tickling whispers
Sit still, or you can't just listen
Extra, extra!
Extracurricular determine if the wick can burn

Acid, cracked ribs, timber, class dismissed
Sutured, swollen, spiteful of these silent urns
Yes, I swear

Legs cracked and head dressed
A jab from behind
A trolley over the sun
You wouldn't mind
Bull-legged attrition on this satellite

Maiden winters
Tickling whispers
Sit still, or you can't just listen
Extra, extra!
Extracurricular determine if the wick can burn

Nuisance, an actor choking on nectar
Peg-legged, sullen, drool on these words I've never uttered
Yes, I swear
Yes, I swear

The weak are supposed to die
The weak are supposed to die
The weak are supposed to die
The weak are supposed to die
And you can't see this lighthouse
'Cause there's no place to go
This siphon drinks the water
But it will never grow
And you can't see this lighthouse
'Cause there's no place to go
This siphon drinks the water
But it will never grow
Never grow
But it will never grow

Acid, cracked ribs, timber, class dismissed
Sutured, sullen, spiteful of these silent urns
Yes, I swear
Acid, cracked ribs, timber, class dismissed