From the land of advertisements,
Appliances and science,
Corporation giants,
Television violence, ahh.
Ahh.

To the land of entertainment,
And video survailance.
Natives here are famous,
Make-up painted on their faces, ahh.
Ahh.

The streets ain't gold, anymore.
We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored,
Ooh.

No-one on the scenes has seen
The fever of the steam machine,
The deities and guillotines,
Meaninglessly teetering.
Ahh.

And boats and oars and broken boards
Living on the ocean floor.
Rearrange the furniture.
What more were you hoping for?
Ahh.

The streets ain't gold, anymore.
We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored,
Ooh.

Sea to sea and shore to shore,
There's nothing left here to explore.
From street to street and door to door,
We're bored.

So, if it all should start again
And bird king's men come marching in,
Careful who you're following,
They lied about a lot of things.

The streets ain't gold, anymore.
We're tired and we're hungry and we're bored,
Ooh.


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