City Road

At the end of City Road is a garden On the banks of a river running upside down You can hear when the apples fall; they are rotten But the town ain't stopping til they're underground The smoke all truly stacks the horizon And it ain't surprising that the folk all frown But your bureaucratic pals, they are starving They will eat you for dinner if you don't calm down And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst Fickle industry has bred many orphans A might-wielding portion of a psychic lapse And they know but they aren't aware, they're effacing The imagination that the culture saps And the orphans breed again, in rebellion The first generation of the overload If you want to feel the winds of abandon Take a walk to the garden at the end of City Road And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst And every system has a cyst it has to burst The solar system with a cyst about to burst