[Mascot 3000]
There's a city, it is said, that borders with the land of dead
And since you're here again, you best just stay
New Albion's its name, a sleek, and large, and lonely place
And a tale of it we tell today

Two decades, now, it's been since a voodoo religion
Spread like flames and disappeared like smoke
Only a generation hence, oh, the Tech Boom was intense
But these days, Arcadia Corp. is closed

Here's to the days of bliss and wishes
Here's to the wild seeds once sewn
Here's to the cults, and waltz, and whispers
Before they just left us all alone
Left us hanging on our own

Housing projects lay half-bare, bathed in lonely neon glare
Chorales of cockroaches sing hymns all through
There's an oracle now, who the middle classes all flock to
Though it's a radiated pile of ooze
There's a superhero, though, he's just a hologram, you know
Three college students, they project each night
The monorail Line A has a ghost at night, they say
A pop star who has yet to break or die
Here's the days that blazed so vivid
When Voodoopunks sang upon the street
Here's the diodes and transistors
That promised the future they would bring
But it's not all like it seems

A taxi driver you may know, you think a robot, but not so
A mouse named Kevin lives inside his skull
He's the one who drives the cab, tells bad jokes, and who cops ask
For advice on crimes too tough to solve
An albino red-haired girl, well, she runs the underworld
Controls a sandy drug, I know you know
It's a generation hence from oh-so-interesting events
But these days Arcadia Corp. is closed

Here's to the days of songs and stories
There's one more I'd like you all to hear
It all begins now, with our dear Rachael
Been in the asylum two long years
She had some fine days of bliss and wishes
But just like the city's, they have flown
Please join me to lend her, and attend her
She's been too long in there on her own
And that's longer than you know