This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be free
Seven screaming horses
Melt down in the sun
Building scenes on empty dreams
And smoking them one by one
This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be living on Mars
Is it any wonder
They are hiding [Incomprehensible]
With their broken schemes and their lotteries
And they never get nowhere
[Incomprehensible]
Is it any wonder I'm spitting at the sun
God's parasites in abandoned sites
And we never have no fun
No much fun
Hey c'mon
Give me something
Will I give you my blood, my blood
If I was a blind man
Would you see for me
Or would you confuse
The nature of my blues
And refuse a hand to me
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun
Well, I built my scenes on your empty dreams
Now I'm burning them one by one
On this damn city, on this dead city
Immortal city, motor city
Success city
Longs to be
Longs to be
Longs to be
Free, free, free