Fine China Forget The Experts
Jonny was a poor one without hope
And, who knows, happy as he was, what he'd do?
And how i did like him, despite all the ruins
Then one day he died, and he died without a thing
Experts come and go, but what do i know?
Would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep?
And i want you to be able to weep
Oh look outside, our city never sleeps
Guess that's real neat, guess we've got to compete
