text: Turn towards the neon night
  And watch the spectre of the night time
  Read the sign killing time
  And they cant see me, they cant see
  Synthetic sounds around the town
  Moaning bus queues all alone
  Trying to find their own way home
  Some are young and some are grown
  Theres still time for me
  With just a little help from you
  Theres still time for me
  Theres still time for me
  The mist of the city has soaken through my clothes
  The people who were there before were only there to gloat
  Synthetic sounds around the town
  Moaning bus queues all alone
  Trying to find their own way home
  Some are young and some are grown
  Get some bitches on yo dick or keep that yee yee ass haircut