(One, two, three, four) Lord, hear me now John was an English boy Crashing out in superpowers Electric fences and guns You swallow me I'm up here on your top Here on the writing floor A million lives may be gone And laid in a star's light 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? It's the rise of what you still sung On a becon 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