All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk

Our love is like an eighteen-wheeler rusting in the sun
Caligula’s on cognac, Rasputin's in the rum
Fascist boots are marching, drumming up the square
We look for God in nothing much, thank God that he’s not there

He’s all along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk

The search the destination, the gun the word for peace
The Mariana trеnch is slowly filling up with grief
Man I love the feeling, maybе I always will
When freedom sends the pigeons up oppression takes the kill

All along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for doom
This train is bound for nothing
And none too soon
Our love is like a corporation dying on the vine
Don’t feel sorry for me, it happens all the time
Bodies to be broken, wisdom to be choked
Hang the upper management who gave you all that rope

All along the streets of London
All around that old new York
All along the streets of heaven
They walk

Don’t lose yourself
To everyone else
Don’t lose yourself
To everyone else
Don’t lose yourself
To everyone else
Don’t lose yourself
To this train