The City Song

Appears on:
Freak CD1

               I cannot forget my mother screaming out into the night
               The moon was shining in his face 
               I killed my father in a fight

               Deed done - I had to run
               I hit the town all shaking
               Found out - a price to pay
               A price for my escaping

               I got down on my knees 
               And I sold my soul to the city
               Chasing round the good times and bleeding
               I sold my soul to the city
               Sold out to the lies and the cheating

               The city smiles
               A neon smile
               A dream dies
               The spirit flies
               You're broken-winged
               You're hollow-eyed
               The city sucks in all it's victims will fry

               Through the clubs and through the money
               Through the people - through the shame
               Through all the pills I had to take
               To help me to forget my shame
               More and more the sewer called
               Its dirty prize - "escaping"
               More and more I hit the floor
               All filthy scared and shaking

               Well I got down on my knees 
               And I sold my soul to the city
               Chasing round the good times and bleeding
               I sold my soul to the city
               I nailed it to the line
               I got down on my knees 
               And I sold my soul to the city
               Chasing round the good times and bleeding
               I sold my soul to the city
               Sold out on the line

               The money flies
               The sex drives
               The car rides
               The wasted lives
               A red light
               A white line
               A wild eye
               A child's cry

               The city smiles
               A neon smile
               As dreams die
               As spirits fly
               The broken wings
               Lie in piles
               The city sucks in 
               All its victims will fry