Hong Kong

Hong Kong

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 shit 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

Damon Albarn hasn't sounded so wonderful since he sang No Distance Left To Run.