Lord, hear me now
Junkboats and English boys
Crashing out in Supermarts
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
Pick the sh** up, leave it clean
Kid, hang over here
What you're learning in school
Is the rise of an Eastern Sun
On a beacon for everyone
The radio station disappears
Music turning to thin air
The DJ was the last to leave
She had well conditioned hair,
Was beautiful, but nothing really was there