HONG KONG

Song by The Gorillaz

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 calm

And late in a star's life

It begins to explode

And all the people in a dream

Wait for the machine

To 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