[Lloyd Allen, spoken]
Welcome back, listeners, to tonight's broadcast. For close to ten years, a civil war has raged across New Albion. It is only with the battle of Crier's Boulevard that, at last, a victor emerges. But how is this battle truly won and lost? Join me, your host Lloyd Allen and The Dieselpunk Orchestra, as we take a tour through our dear city, explore the events surrounding Crier's Boulevard, and meet tonight's featured family, the O'Brien's. Here, on the New Albion Radio Hour!

[Verse 1]
There's a city I could name which, I'm sad to say, became
A quite uptight oppressive and obsessive police state
An ex-soldier one day vowed to bring the marshal regime down
By igniting revolution, but the question remained: How?

One night at half past three, he quietly snuck beneath
Parliament, the seat of power, where government meets
In the water there that ran, a truth serum he did plant
And that is how New Albion's civil war began

[Verse 2]
The revolution, friends, is here, and it's been going on for years
The undertakers and arms dealers all have crystal chandeliers
There's a union now for spies who can be bought for any side
Their boss, the Cigarette Girl, works the Rhumba Club most nights

In Districts 3 and 4 and 1, there's a red-haired lad who runs
The gangs of orphaned feral youth who under his watch have become
Organised, disciplined, and for liquor, drugs and contraband
The mob and postal service use them to deliver 'cross the land

[Verse 3]
The power generators 'neath districts 7, 8, and 3
Excrete a dust, a sandy rust, it's been discovered leads
To quite a pleasing, dreamy high, thus it's the new drug on the rise
But only three albinos living underground know where it lies
A tinker we all know with a shop on Tin Pan Row
Makes little metal fairies whose souls' a flake of snow
The government's last great big hope, the super soldier plan, you know
We'll be looking at more closely, friends, so stayed tuned to the show