Lyrics:
The neon haze of city lightsThe tribal sound of marching feetCuts through the gloom on cold dark nightsThe tired and homeless roam the streetsThe sirens wail the engines roarA shadowed man just glances aroundA victim of life's mindless toilLies cold and helpless on the groundThe window dummies silent stareBear witness on the nightsIf they could moveWhat it would provedTo see them all take flightThe neon haze of city lightsThe tribal sound of marching feetCuts through the gloom on cold dark nightsThe tired and homeless roam the streetsThe walls shout loud with angry wordsThe people air their viewsThe poor can scream but no-one hearsThe concrete jungle sings the blues