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

Is it any wonder there's 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

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


This damn city this dead city
Immortal city

Motor city
Suc-cess city
Longs to be

Longs to be
Free
Free

Free