Cyclopean Runways

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