She holds court, queen of all the mountains Snow leopards hide amongst her hills, The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling Fresh stars day-glo in the night.

Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends, The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway. Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4 Back in Tiki 4.

One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys, Grandmaster, apprentice of architects Design curves where others leave trails It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door

Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor Back to Tiki 4 Tiki 4 Tiki 4

And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4. Tiki 4 Tiki 4 Back in Tiki 4

Renee is curled up on the sofa Judy scratches away at her scars Loud lines that were only a whisper Too weak for the angels to hear

But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight Judy woke up in Tiki 4 Back in Tiki 4

And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4. Tiki 4

Back in Tiki 4 Writing graffiti on the moon Graffiti on the moon Writing graffiti on the moon