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Lyricist: At the Drive-in
Lyrics:
I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Follow you home after every show
Perforated into tiny fragments Heavy breathing's your new fan club A John Hancock with the safety off After every show And how this pedestal fits like a glove Such a pity, I built no ladder from the roots And above I'll be hacking off After every show
I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation What! What you doin'? There's no restrainin' order to keep me from you Yeah you Initiation Yeah you What! Said, what you doing? The parting contestants never win Initiation Parting contestants never seem to win
I watch you clap your hands by your stage Lend me your ears for just another page In the book that your friend signed yesterday When I told you not to bother to holler Your telephone's the one that helped Me wrap the cord around your neck You know, you're beautiful when you're Dead!
I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N Initiation What! What you doin'? There's no restrainin' order to keep me from you Yeah you Initiation Yeah you What! Said, what you doing? There's no restrainin' order to keep me from you Initiation Parting contestants never seem to win
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