At The Drive-In - Alpha Centauri Lyrics

Widows.
An antique replacement,
A briefcase filled with mace.
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found
Students.
Spray the kent state mace.
Wishing wells, missing clientele.
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found

Parkas worn in summer apparel.
Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows.

Widows.
Veiled in rebound sheets,
This is the ghost of a chance the lonely
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found
Precision.
Watch the scalpel make roads,
Hear them talk in paranoid parables.
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found.

Storefront chairman's fingering button.
This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system.

Madrid space station spain
E space!
E space!
Flesh versus machine.
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.

Madrid space station spain
E space!
E space!
Flesh versus machine.
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.

Madrid space station spain
E space!
E space!
Flesh versus machine.
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.

Widows.
An antique replacement,
A briefcase filled with mace.
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found
Students.
Spray the kent state mace.
Wishing wells, missing clientele.
Widows.
Six legged lost and found, found

Parkas worn in summer apparel.
Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows.

Storefront chairmen fingering buttons.
This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system.

Gored my neck,
Don't spare me death,
I'm running circles,
Red cape paper
Taste the vapor.

Gored my neck,
Don't spare me death,
I'm running circles,
Red cape paper
Taste the vapor.
Taste the vapor.

Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. [x4]