Lord, hear me now
Junk boats and English boys
Crashing out into the noise
Electric fences and guns

You swallow me
I'm just a pill on your tongue
Up here on the nineteenth floor
The neon lights make me num

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 keep things clean

Kid hang over here
What you learning in school?
Is the rise of an eastern sun
Gonna be alright 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