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 spinning 'round the golden looms
Girl, you dream infections from the nauseous heart
Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

Hear that lonesome whistle blow
No direction to be known in a senile revelry
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 named for you
So ungrateful to the who's-and-what's-his-face
Perilous 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