Hong Kong Garden

All four elements in the air
Cymbals crashing everywhere
Seasons made of brass and grey
While the population fades
Jump off some polluted water
An old lady to sell your daughter
Put your life up to twenty three
Place your yen on the counter, please

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Hong Kong Garden
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Hong Kong Garden
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Tourists want to see your face
Pollution has a positive grace
Disorientated you went on in
Almost obsessed, yet still discreet
Slanted eyes meeting new sunrise
A little Buddhist, small in size
Chicken chow mein and chocolate
Hong Kong Garden take away

La la la la la la la la
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Hong Kong Garden
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh