
New Albion 9 Paul Shapera (Ft. Kayleigh McKnight)
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[Mascot 3000]
There's a city, it is said, that borders with the land of dead
And since you're here again, you best just stay
New Albion's its name, a sleek, and large, and lonely place
And a tale of it we tell today
Two decades, now, it's been since a voodoo religion
Spread like flames and disappeared like smoke
Only a generation hence, oh, the Tech Boom was intense
But these days, Arcadia Corp. is closed
Here's to the days of bliss and wishes
Here's to the wild seeds once sewn
Here's to the cults, and waltz, and whispers
Before they just left us all alone
Left us hanging on our own
Housing projects lay half-bare, bathed in lonely neon glare
Chorales of cockroaches sing hymns all through
There's an oracle now, who the middle classes all flock to
Though it's a radiated pile of ooze
There's a superhero, though, he's just a hologram, you know
Three college students, they project each night
The monorail Line A has a ghost at night, they say
A pop star who has yet to break or die
There's a city, it is said, that borders with the land of dead
And since you're here again, you best just stay
New Albion's its name, a sleek, and large, and lonely place
And a tale of it we tell today
Two decades, now, it's been since a voodoo religion
Spread like flames and disappeared like smoke
Only a generation hence, oh, the Tech Boom was intense
But these days, Arcadia Corp. is closed
Here's to the days of bliss and wishes
Here's to the wild seeds once sewn
Here's to the cults, and waltz, and whispers
Before they just left us all alone
Left us hanging on our own
Housing projects lay half-bare, bathed in lonely neon glare
Chorales of cockroaches sing hymns all through
There's an oracle now, who the middle classes all flock to
Though it's a radiated pile of ooze
There's a superhero, though, he's just a hologram, you know
Three college students, they project each night
The monorail Line A has a ghost at night, they say
A pop star who has yet to break or die
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