Deng Xiaoping - Brazzaville

Deng Xiaoping

A true Asada king

Lay dying in Shanghai

A comet tracing through the sky

Chairman Mao

Heard thunder in the dawn

The old guard’s come and gone

And underneath our world’s a drone

Off the coast

The shipping lanes are closed

The fields have all gone dry

The satellites are standing by

But Bay-one —

He’s whirling like a Khan

Mole’s like a swan

The airwaves of the demi-monde

While my grandfather floats in the sea

All the angels stare at me

The dome of the sky fades away

All I see is outer space

While my grandfather floats in the sea

Chairman Mao laughs joyfully

The dome of the sky fades away

And every now and then I see some outer space

Off the coast

The shipping lanes are closed

The fields have all gone dry

The satellites are standing by

But Bay-one —

He’s whirling like a Khan

Mole’s like a swan

The airwaves of the demi-monde

While my grandfather floats in the sea

All the angels stare at me

The dome of the sky fades away

All I see is outer space

While my grandfather floats in the sea

Chairman Mao laughs joyfully

The dome of the sky fades away

And every now and then I see some outer space