Pop Star - Toyah

I walk, talk

I Bend and break

Stumble, crumble

The world, A car

Lost city of fire

Pyramids shake

Apartment blocks awake

I am alone on this lost city of Mars

I have grown alone among glass and stolen cars

The pylons hum, geckos run

Conveyor belts rumble

Stars tumble to the foot of the temple

I am alone on this lost city of Mars

I have grown alone among glass and stolen cars

The doors, the ice

A million glass eyes

Or a trillion wheeling cogs

The dust, the rust

A million mouths sigh

In the lost city of the Gods

Strangers applaud

The sect of lost horizons and distant shores

Applause

Childhood delusions of grandeur and fame

You open door, in I came

I am the child you need to feed

I receive your intentions with instinctive greed

I’m the pet of the multitudes

I’m the pet of your metal and tubes

Fluid and goo

Corridors and pavements

Conveyor belts and streams

Cosmetic operations for all buildings in need

Pods and peas, metal fatigue

Pedestrians with soda syphons

Clockwork mice and twelve foot pythons

Hitchhikers Guide and Monty Pythons