Centro-matic Remind Us Alive
That conversation launched them quickly awry, quickly
awry
We’ll hold your spaces for you for the course of the
night, on through the night
Mid-South metal fortunes take us away, take us away
Them songs of suspect choices seemed right at the time
Looking back on them built in times and speakers stacked
so high
We were scattered along them crowds of black shirts and
cheap wine
Did you notice the frequencies will damage you for life?
As if the the saccharine songs they’re playing/singing
ain’t enough of a lie
Match all the stations for the magazine eyes
Contracts and flashpot torches burn us alive
