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!!!