The rising moon faces the sickening sun,

As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,

A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--

Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity--

Sits back in his new leather chair

Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast.

I'm smiling through my teeth.

Anybody can be a millionaire,

So everybody's gotta try

But by the laws of this human jungle

Only the heartless will survive.

& down there--but for the grace of god

--go i.



The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams,

The hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger,

The little drunken lives,--

Driven' through the traffic lights

& away from who they are!



But i've been thinking of you--

In this great city of great solitude.



Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination,

Searchin' for the world i...left behind.

A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life.

It's all i want--& all i miss--

But how can i return, to a place that don't exist!!



From mombosa to miami, beiruit to bangladesh,

I've flown around the world standing

On the wing of a jet.

Tryin' to salvage my emotions

From the bottom of the oceans--



Y'see i sold my soul, to pay for my dinner.

My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner,

I ain't foolin' i'm fallin', i wasn't wicked, just weak,

I ain't lyin' i'm dyin', crippled by deceit--



Oh the hand that wrote the agony

Has just begun--

Will be the hand that pulls the trigger

--of this gun!!!














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