For All Centuries - Fine China

Jonny was a poor one without hope

And, who knows, happy as he was, what he’d do

And how I did like him, despite all the ruins

Then one day he died, and he died without a thing

Experts come and go, but what do I know?

Would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep

And I want you to be able to weep

Oh, look outside, our city never sleeps

Guess that’s real neat, guess we’ve got to compete