Alpha Centauri

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler] Widows, an antique replacement A briefcase filled with mace Widows, six legged lost and found Students, spray the Kent State mist Wishing wells, missing clientele Widows, six legged lost and found Parkas worn in summer apparel Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows [Verse 2] Widows, [veiled in rebound sheets?] This is the ghost of a chance the lonely Widows, six legged lost and found Precision, watch the scalpel make roads Hear them talk in paranoid parables Widows, six legged lost and found [Chorus] Storefront chairman's fingering buttons This running of the bulls Will take over the life support system [Chorus 2] [x3] Madrid space station Spain, in space, in space Flesh versus machine Matador is just a bull in a china shop [Verse 1] [Chorus] [Bridge] [x2] Gored my neck, don't spare me death I'm running circles, red cape paper Taste the vapor Taste the vapor Matador is just a bull in a china shop