Lyrics:

Widows, an antique replacement
A briefcase filled with mace
Widows, six legged lost and found, found
Students, spray the Kent State mist
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
Precision, watch the scalpel make roads
Hear them talk in paranoid parables
Widows, sex legged lost and found

Storefront chairman's
Fingering buttons
This running of the bulls
Will take your 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
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
Storefront chairman's
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
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop