All of those wild american bilinguals Who talk to you in paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the midwest They climb on their liners and rejoin their wives
Walking down boulevards electric eyes Would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size Let them be lonely and say you don't care
Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade
Una with long hair will stand by your side And the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride Chromium pets that video screens would show Pictures of helplessness old kings and queens Radio stations that fade as in dust
All their transmitters are crumbling with rust Let them be broken and say you don't care
Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade Let them be broken and say you don't care Astro boy, i'm watching the proles on parade Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
