On cyclopean runways

Come one, come one all to the red rubber ball

Who led Napoleon from the bread box?

Who let the hormone out?

We talked the new wave of murder

We speak the father of queens

We take our clothes from the washing machine

And throw 'em on still wet to see what we can get

Pre-empted, simulcast with flash fire choir

Moths to the siren and grab the bottle!

Our sanguine argosy is full speed ahead

Release our seed at non-stop throttle

On cyclopean runaways