Richard Clapton
Metropolis
Everyday it's just the same bad newsThe paper-boy cried in the rainThe headlines got me feelings so confusedAnd it's driving the kids insaneShe's asleep on the table, Café-de-PlaisirAnd she don't even know how she got in hereShe works every day for the government policeBut at night she's out running with anarchistsThere's gonna be a showdown, boyLivin' with the rhythm of this paranoiaThere's gonna be a showdown boyLivin' with the rhythm of this paranoiaThey all come to the Palace GardensTo pose for the Sunday News spreadPolitical speakers and trade union leadersThey're leaving us all for dead
From Letras Mania