Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sold inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
from his dreams of china mountains
from from the clatter 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
Dolby Thomas - White City Lyrics
Dolby Thomas - White City Lyrics
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Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sold inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
from his dreams of china mountains
from from the clatter 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
Keith was the sold inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
from his dreams of china mountains
from from the clatter 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