Blur - He Thought Of Cars

Moscow's still red,
The young man is dead
Gone to heaven instead,
The evening news says he was confused.

The motorways will all merge soon,
Lottery winner buys the Moon,
They've come to save us,
The space invaders...

He thought of cars and where,
Where to drive them
And who to drive them with,
There, there was no one, no one...

There's panic at London Heathrow:
Everybody wants to go up into the blue,
But there's a ten year queue.

Columbia is in top gear,
It shouldn't snow at this time of year,
Now america's shot,
She's gone and done the lot...

He thought of planes and where,
Where to fly to
And who to fly there with,
There, there was no one, no one...

He thought of cars and where,
Where to drive them
And who to drive them with,
There, there was no one, no one...