Moscow's still red, the young man's 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 are here
He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive them with
And 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
Colombia is in top gear
It shouldn't snow this time of year
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
And there, there was no-one, no-one
La lala la la
La lala la la lala
La lala la la
La lala la la la
He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there, there was no-one, no-one
La lala la la
La lala la la lala
La lala la la
La lala la la la
La lala la la
La lala la la lala
La lala la la
La lala la la la
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Alexander James Steven, Alexander Rowntree David, Graham Leslie Coxon
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