Tiki 4

	作词 : Dick, Wesley, Young
	She holds court, queen of all the mountains
	Snow leopards hide amongst her hills,
	The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling
	Fresh stars day-glo in the night.
	Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,
	The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.
	Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4.
	One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,
	Grandmaster, apprentice of architects
	Design curves where others leave trails
	It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door
	Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor
	Back to Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag
	The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
	Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
	Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	Renee is curled up on the sofa
	Judy scratches away at her scars
	Loud lines that were only a whisper
	Too weak for the angels to hear
	But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother
	She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight
	Judy woke up in Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag
	The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
	Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
	Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	Writing graffiti on the moon
	Graffiti on the moon
	Writing graffiti on the moon

	zuò cí : Dick, Wesley, Young
	She holds court, queen of all the mountains
	Snow leopards hide amongst her hills,
	The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling
	Fresh stars dayglo in the night.
	MaiTais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,
	The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.
	Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4.
	One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,
	Grandmaster, apprentice of architects
	Design curves where others leave trails
	It' s freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door
	Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor
	Back to Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag
	The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
	Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4.
	Tiki 4
	Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	Renee is curled up on the sofa
	Judy scratches away at her scars
	Loud lines that were only a whisper
	Too weak for the angels to hear
	But she' s proud, she got the respect of her mother
	She didn' t waver, straight down the lines and out of sight
	Judy woke up in Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag
	The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
	Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4.
	Tiki 4
	Back in Tiki 4
	Writing graffiti on the moon
	Graffiti on the moon
	Writing graffiti on the moon