Lord, hear me now

Junk boats and English boys

Crashing out into the noise

Electric fences and guns



You swallow me

I'm a pill on your tongue

Here on the nighting 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

Pick the shit up leave it clean



Kid hang over here

What you learning in school?

It's 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