From Negative Burn, by Alan Moore and Art Adams, recorded by Jazz Butcher.
Oh, and this is what happens when Alan Moore draws Godzilla…
I'm tired of trampling Tokyo.
No interest remains
In eating cars or tearing down the elevated trains
And I long for Monster Island
In the late Cretaceous silence
Where every night between the perfect stars
The tiny twins hold hands and sing
While Mothra play guitar.
I'm bored to death when my every breath sets the boulevard on fire
I'm saving my residuals and I'm planning to retire
Far away on Monster Island
In the radioactive twilight
Sipping X-rays underneath a cocktail sky
Where the surf booms like Hiroshima
And the fishes really fly.
Me and Robert Oppenheimer, we shared a drink the other night
I told him, Bob, if you quit your job, or if things aren't going right
Come with me to Monster Island
Where the palm trees gleam like pylons
Where the luminous lagoon night never ends
And all my monster friends
Are singing Gojira! Gojira! Go!
And I'm so tired of trampling Tokyo.