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 sown Here’s to the cults and waltz and whipsers Before they just us all alone Left us hangin 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 too Though it’s a radiated pile of ooze
There’s a super hero 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
Here’s to the days that blazed so vivid When voodoopunks sang upon the street Here’s to the diodes and transistors That promised the future they would bring But it’s not all like it seems
A taxi driver you may know you think a robot but not so A mouse named Kevin lives inside his skull He’s the one who drives the cab, tells bad jokes and who cops ask For advice on crimes to tough to solve An albino red haired girl, well she runs the underworld Controls a sandy drug i know you know It’s a generation hence from oh so interesting events But these days Arcadia Corp is closed
Here’s to the days of songs and stories there’s one more i’d like you all to hear It all begins now with our dear Rachael, been in the Asylum two long years She had some fine days of bliss and wishes, but just the city’s they have flown Please join me to lend her and attend her, she’s been too long in there on her own And that’s longer than you know