At The Drive-in - Invalid Litter Dept.

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes gripped the dirt floor

Afroman - Drive Better Drunk

[Chorus: 2x]
Don't grab my keys when the party's over
I drive better drunk, than you do sober

Alan Jackson - Drive (for Daddy Gene)

It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta

At The Drive-in - 198d

this is forgiven
if the uniform fits
postponed

At The Drive-in - 300 Mhz

in the unlikely event
that sarcasm is an unfitting dress
amnesia proletariat

At The Drive-in - A Devil Among The Tailors

they say that thirteen is just a number
a double agent funded in the secret
of the hive and the workers and their lives

At The Drive-in - Alpha Centauri

widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found

At The Drive-in - Arc Arsenal

I must have read a thousand faces
I must have robbed them of their cause
sickened thirst, sickened thirst

At The Drive-in - Blue Tag

i'm an incision
the kind that glistens
and not to mention we appeal

At The Drive-in - Chanbara

valmara valmara valmara flechettes
kiss me with the lisp
of your shrapnel caress

At The Drive-in - Coating Of Arms

substation submerging
suburban disturbance
incoherent gourding

At The Drive-in - Communication Drive-in

you keep telling me
this voltage hurts just a little
in the thickness of the van