Текст песни White City

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.