Lyrics For All Centuries - Fine China

For All Centuries

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