Dead City

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
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 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