Lyrics
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
In this dead city longs to be, yeah-yeah
This dead city, yeah, longs to be living
Is it any wonder, squalor in the sun?
With their broken schemes and their lotteries
They never get nowhere
Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun?
God's parasites in abandoned sites
And they never have much fun in
You don't need me
You don't need me? (Yeah)
You don't need me?
Well, you just try
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, crying in the sun?
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun?
Well, I built my dreams on your empty scenes
Now I'm burning them one by one
In this damn city, this dead city
Immortal city, Motor City
Success city longs to be
Longs to be
Longs to be
Free
Free
Free