The Mars Volta Teflon

Just don’t know the layman’s terms

to call the mess you bleed

Crawls beneath the surface

sought blood through a family tree

The date’s been changed

with each new phase

I’m anxious bouts of nervous

What am I without the bruises?

These switches won’t come on

What do I do to lose it?

Beneath this distress call

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn

Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside

[x2]

Frames of infrared

keep scrolling into focus

Scarab claimed the busy signal

with the habits that you noticed

The date’s been changed

with each new phase

I’m anxious bouts of nervous

What am I without the bruises?

These switches won’t come on

What do I do to lose it?

Beneath this distress call

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn

Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside

[x2]

Take in all the hostages

into the Oval Office

Draw the curtains, part their hair

and pull the trigger softly

If they have become empty

then I’ll just take you with me

One driver in your motorcade

is all it takes, is all it takes

Selling graves in teflon veins

is all it takes is all it takes

What am I without the bruises?

These switches won’t come on

What do I do to lose it?

Beneath this distress call

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn

Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside

[x2]