Lyrics:

This dead city longs to beThis dead city longs to be freeSeven screaming horsesMelt down in the sunBuilding scenes on empty dreamsAnd smoking them one by oneThis dead city longs to beThis dead city longs to be livingIs it any wonder there's squalor in the sunWith their broken schemes and their lotteriesThey never get nowhereIs it any wonder they're spitting at the sunGod's parasites in abandoned sitesand they never have much funIf I was a blind manWould you see for meOr would you confuseThe nature of my bluesAnd refuse a hand to meIs it any wonder crying in the sunIs it any wonder I'm crying in the sunWell I built my dreams on your empty scenesNow I'm burning them one by oneThis damn city this dead cityImmortal cityMotor citySuc-cess cityLongs to beLongs to beFreeFreeFree