They built the bridges and the aqueducts
All the sewer drainage grating
All the downtown subway stations
They won't rebuild Los Angeles
It wasn't worth a second city
It wasn't worth a second story
Lying on your back in broken glass
Lying on your back in broken glass
You lived alone on breadcrumbs
Last year's cutting-edge attire
Bombed-out blackened denim jackets
You couldn't let the sleeping city
Fill your head with wartime music
You've been waking up with ears
And klaxons ringing
Falling down the cellar staircase
Falling down the cellar staircase
Falling down the cellar staircase
Falling down the cellar staircase
Press a button when you start hearing voices
Press a button when you start hearing voices
All that's left of me
Is a machine
That I turned out to be
All that's left of me
In New Jerusalem
Is a machine
All that's left of me
Is the machine
That I turned out to be
All that's left of you and me
Is New Jerusalem
It's a machine
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit
Off-the-shelf
Out-of-the-box
Central processing unit