Lord, hear me now
Junk boats and English boys
Crashing out into super marts
Electric fences and guns
You swallow me
I'm a pill on your tongue
Here on the nineteenth floor
The neon lights make me numb

And late in a star's life
It begins to explode
And all the people in a dream
Wait for the machine
To pick the shit up leave it clean

Kid hang over here
What you learn in the school?
Is the rise of an eastern sun?
Gonna be good for everyone?

The radio station disappeared
Music turned into thin air
The DJ was the last to leave
She had well conditioned hair
Was beautiful but nothing really was there