looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
hear their lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile reverie
a tearful gaze turns away
emoting cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they name for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...