Lord hear me now 
Junk boats and English boys 
Crashing out in super marts 
Electric fences and guns 

You swallow me 
I'm just a pill on your tongue 
Up here on the nineteenth floor 
The neon lights make [bad word] 

And late in a star's life 
It begins to explode 
And all the people in a dream 
Wait for the machine 
Pick the [bad word] 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