Bài hát Hong Kong Kowloon Báo Lỗi

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 me come


And late in a star's life

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