Centro-matic The Fugitives Have Won
You're running,
Your mouth won't help
Keep stride
Cantankerous the missives that force recall
You'd hide & i could taste the salt
From your dishwasher eyes
Imperial & weightless
Much to all of our surprise
The fugitives have won
And i will occupy abandoned station tonight
I'll call upon some invitation of light
Cause the fugitives have won
If i held you up to fire
I would see a reddish frame
Of rust around your soul's transparency
And you, you with your beauty
And i with my spleen
I'll hitchhike to your bonfire
In my suit of gasoline
