text: Lord hear me now
  Junk boats and English boys
  Crashing out in super marts
  Electric fences and guns
  You swallow me
  Im a pill on your tongue
  Here on the nineteenth floor
  The neon lights make me calm
  And late in a stars 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