White City

　　White City - Thomas Dolby

　　Keith was the sole inhabitant

　　Keith was the sole inhabitant

　　Keith woke beside the fountain

　　From his dreams

　　Of china mountains

　　Far from the clatter

　　Of these autobanks

　　That keep chucking up money

　　It turned into the kind of joke

　　That Keith feels isn＇t funny

　　White City

　　White City

　　Keith talked in alphanumerals

　　Keith talked in alphanumerals

　　Keith built a drug cathedral

　　Shape of an octahedron

　　Where he could hide

　　From young Orwellians

　　Who would trample their brothers

　　A thin white powder film on everything

　　But soot is the colour of

　　The White City

　　White City

　　White City

　　So - are you happy

　　With this vision you＇ve created

　　Should have known you＇d never rest

　　Til we＇re all incinerated

　　And you know you are the best

　　Do I do I

　　White City

　　White City