Blue Tag Songtext
von At the Drive‐In

The twelve hard years
It′s the twelve hard years
It's the twelve hard years
It′s the twelve hard years

I'm an incision, the kind that glistens
And not to mention we appeal when we've healed
I′m an incision, just an incision
I′ve got Polaroid value in a celluloid way

With twelve hard years of currency
And they trade it all for the current scene


I'm an incision, the kind that glistens
Polaroid value, celluloid way
This air condition, is on intermission
We′re burning on the border like they said that we would

I'm an incision, just an incision the kind that glistens
And we appeal when we′ve healed
Burning on the borders like they said that we would

With twelve hard years of currency
And they trade it all for the current scene

They're partial to the way you speak
Blue tagged, blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete
Burning on the borders like they said that we would

[Incomprehensible]
They′re partial to the way you speak
Burning on the borders like they said that we would
[Incomprehensible]


With twelve hard years of currency
And they trade it all for the current scene, the current scene