Thomas Dolby
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 chatter of these autobanks
That keep chucking up money
It turned into the kind of joke
That Keith feels isn't that 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
Till we're all incinerated
And you know you are the best