[Verse 1]
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 bu*tons
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 d**h
I'm running circles, red cape paper
Taste the vapor
Taste the vapor
Matador is just a bull in a china shop