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Yokohama Chinatown

Cowbell goddess in the groves of Synaesthesia
Barrel at the temple of a fine young man
Accidental lovers by the dead canalside
Genetic engineering a Liberace fan
In Yokohama Chinatown
Toxic like the Body Shop
Intelligent like Benetton
Dagger in the belly of an also-ran
Piercing in the Netherlands
The Devil’s in his underpants
Watch the good consumers wash their hands
In Yokohama Chinatown
Sterilised pyjamas envelop them in cottonbuds
Make a world of cardboard, whizz and blow
Entirely engineered or just a mere co-incidence
Tell me once again where the lonely go
To Yokohama Chinatown
Cubist to the maximum
A savage young anaesthetist
The stench of fresh cordite
Selenium cell
Under the sign that says 'Kilroy was here'
It’s show and tell
Semen as a substitute for hair gel
Sermonised to pauperhood rapacious in the aftermath
Corrected to a shadow of your former self
You watch the Velvet Underground perform 'The Gift'
Sunbathed to a cinder in the Persian Gulf
While the Dow Jones plummets we are necking in the lift
Repeat after me 'I love myself'
'I love myself'
The side-effects of Benzedrine
A dose of bitter medicine
Botticelli’s Venus had long blonde hair
Surprise the former astronaut howling at the moon
On hands and knees in the peepshow booth
Catch the quiet receptionist naked in the antechamber
Leafing through a copy of The Plain Truth
Sing the phonebook loudly in a baritone voice
All the vegetarians consider me anti-choice
In Yokohama Chinatown
Little Orphan Annie has come to grief
In Yokohama Chinatown she takes a fellow’s trousers down
And gives the consolation of manual relief
Looser than a blues man contraceptive rhythm method
On his hands and knees
While the Dow Jones plummets
The stench of fresh cordite
In Yokohama Chinatown