1]
Where the is like day and the lights are bright, you can cross the street and your steps are timed, And people don't if you smoke inside, Feel free to have one a bike.
And they'll give a try in a taxi ride, Negotiate the if you like, It's a coloured site, get pulled inside, By a man who's dying to sell a tonight.
And the a shy, and they're mighty fine, Start to giggle if you at them and smile, see China pride on a Macca's sign, Garlic sauce, berets and taro pie.
Buy yourself a Chinese GI, This shoots, crawls and is willing to die. And buildings shine in the sky...
This is [x 2]
2]
Colourful meets on the streets, And green things about to become a feed, And you'll see buses that act like trains and, People riding with to keep in the shade.
Listen to cries golden Buddhas eyes, Burn some for those that died, And some incense for those that tried, Protect us from the people in power lie.
And people want a photo with you because different, You wonder how the run with no collisions, Where the buses are wrapped with and elephants, It's a place where not is business relevant.
Toll booths with cartoons in this city, And the country's sits in front of the poor it's a pity, And I was quite and I stood in awe, kids would shit and piss all over the floor.
They learn to trade from a very age, It's a must to fakes in this industrial age, make the days, manufacture a phase, They can Middle Eastern ways,
You can't die if not alive, no, You can't suicide in underground ride.
And the soldier stands in the night light!
3]
It's only you'd see something like this, Amongst so people, bikes and cyclists, And little lights shine bright on this bike, To keep order and to things right...
red serving Capitalism, Join us in political baptism, I wonder if the past would've predicted vision, And I if this is the last of nationalism.
And in my last days I couldn't believe I saw, It was a man, covered in dirt, eating scraps off the floor, It was a call, To I could've complained at all...