Airport City is a long white line It freezes the nose and it numbs the mind It has nothing to say but it keeps on saying it all the time Airport City is hyperspace With nothing but links in its interface For it has no time and it never has a sense of place Airport City is a mutant mould Infecting the planet and out of control And it grows itself forever so it never grows old Airport City's a consumer hell Where nothing is allowed that it cannot sell And even the workers aren't people but units of personnel Airport City is a classic con A vision of plastic where no one belongs It can promise you the moon 'cause tomorrow you're gone Airport City will lose your soul But deliver your body to the baggage hall And throw you in a car like a zombie on parole Airport City is the world ahead Where nothing important is ever said And everything that makes us human is already safely dead