Hong Kong

Lord hear me now Junk boats and English boys Crashing out in 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 come 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? Is the rise of an Eastern sun Gonna be good 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