Paroles: Centro-Matic. Covered Up In Mines.

don't mind the new hilarity
just find the space in which you'll need
all your gases and your war paint
you always said the sanctity
of your transmissions to the sea
was destroyable & colorless
now i fall into the lines of some new detriment

the tradesmen covered up in mines,
they won't hesitate
you're crowning all the nominees
ignoring scrap technologies
from the roadway to the drunk tank
you found the plan
it was so wasteful
throughout your vast repellant feed
it was precarious & disgusting