Mascot 3000:

There’s a city it is said that borders with the land of dead
And since you’re here again, you best just stay
New Albion’s its name, a sleek and large and lonely place
And a tale of it we tell today

Two decades now it’s been since a voodoo religion
Spread like flames and disappeared like smoke
Only a generation hence, oh the tech boom was intense
But these days Arcadia Corp is closed

Here’s to the days of bliss and wishes
Here’s to the wild seeds once sown
Here’s to the cults and waltz and whipsers
Before they just us all alone
Left us hangin on our own

Housing projects lay half bare
Bathed in lonely, neon glare
Chorales of [bad word] sing hymns all through

There’s an oracle now who the middle classes all flock too
Though it’s a radiated pile of ooze

There’s a super hero though he’s just a hologram you know
Three college students they project each night
The monorail line has a ghost at night they say
pop star who has yet to break or die

Here’s to the days that blazed so vivid
When voodoopunks sang upon the street
Here’s to the diodes and transistors
That promised the future they would bring
But it’s not all like it seems

taxi driver you may know you think a robot but not so
mouse named Kevin lives inside his skull
He’s the one who drives the cab, tells bad jokes and who cops ask
For advice on crimes to tough to solve
An albino red haired girl, well [bad word] the underworld
Controls a sandy [bad word] i know you know
It’s a generation hence from oh so interesting events
But these days Arcadia Corp is closed

Here’s to the days of songs and stories
there’s one more i’d like you all to hear
It all begins now with our dear Rachael,
been in the Asylum two long years
She had some fine days of bliss and wishes,
but just the city’s they have flown
Please join me to lend her and attend her,
she’s been too long in there on her own
And that’s longer than you know