Title: Alpha Centauri
Artist: At The Drive In
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Cedric Bixler, Pablo Hinojos, Tony Hajjar, Omar Rodriguez
Lyric:
Widows an antique replacement
A briefcase filled with mace
Widows six legged, lost and found, found
Students spray, the Kent state mist
Wishing wills, 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 chairmans fingering buttons
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 bulls in a china shop
Madrid, space station, Spain
E space, e space, flesh versus machine
Matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
Madrid, space station, Spain
E space, e space, flesh versus machine
Matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
Matadors chase the bulls 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 mist
Wishing wills, missing clientele
Widows six legged, lost and found, found
Parkas worn in summer apparel
Sweat, lodge, comatose of broken arrows
Storefront chairmans 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 bulls in a china shop
Matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
Matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
Matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
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