White city I'm walk on down the streets of the nasty city It's over polluted but I'm feeling happy I think of the people speaking without sound I feel the mistery that turns around What next have to come? Is it a struggle or a nice bum? An angel or a sad clown? Ready to be exactly what I have to be When love's on the corner and smiling to me A tramp ask for the money But you've lost your baby Some are searching trouble Pass your way or you have double MISERY: THIS TOWN WILL END IN FIRE MISTERY: SMELLING PERFUME OF ECKSTASY HISTORY: THE TRUTH OVER THE LIAR ALL IS BAD AND GOOD ON THE WHITE CITY Following no one, got a way on my own Where I should go now, got no one to phone Is it lunch time, ev'ryone is gone I go little scary, I must go back home I don't know where I live and that's big confusion I know I have to leave Should I go to the right or take it to the left I know I took the best and I don't want the rest All have turn to black Or maybe I went blind Cops are on my back I' m gonna loose my mind (To chorus) All right reserved Pete Vyler© http://petevyler.free.fr