Hong Kong-Gorillaz
Lord' hear me now'
Jump boats' an English boy.
Crashing out into the night'
electric fences and guns.
You swallow me
I’m a pill on your tongue
Here on the writing floor
The neon lights make me come
Laid in a star’s light
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 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.