Centro-matic Two Seats Gold Reserved
Feeble mind, won’t you come and pick us up when you
awake?
In the time that it takes you to arrive we could be on
our way
To the scene of shame. Luxury at the scene of shame.
Called you twice in a way that could be noted as disgust
Use your fire, and equivocate the feeling now if you must
At your scene of shame. Gold reserved at your scene of
shame.
Don’t you know it’s your disaster now?
Got so high that when I saw you take the fall you fell
straight up
That’s alright, ‘cause your demons and the fiends will
make a fuss
Pay no mind to the rescue efforts called because of you
Dreams are kind, just remember as you sleep this
afternoon
This afternoon
