This Lyric is: #211

Evil City
(c) 2001 David Frey

The roar’s just a drone, there’s blood on the stone, why do I stay here?
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Lost in a crowd, vulgar and loud, and they’re so ugly,
Coming apart, my only thought is that they lied.

Evil city,
Gonna’ scrape your flesh off.
It’s evil city,
That’s killing you.

Concrete and steel, Hell is for real; it’s so inhuman,
Wall out the day, wall out the night, wall out the life.
Straining the beam, stretching the seam, we stay afloat here,
Wasting our youth, the sound of the truth cuts like a knife.

Evil city,
Gonna’ scrape your flesh off.
It’s evil city,
That’s killing you.

Wearing the dress, pressing the flesh, but we don’t mean it,
Selling our minds, selling our souls, selling our pride.
Dazed and confused, broke and abused, seeking our freedom,
Kissing a whore, hoping there’s more still to be tried.

Evil city,
Gonna’ scrape your flesh off.
It’s evil city,
That’s killing you.

There is a way; they pack a day in every bottle,
Blocking out pain, blocking out grief, blocking out cries.
In some other place, without a trace of true remembrance,
We still know the aim, feel the shame of our first lie.

Evil city,
Gonna’ scrape your flesh off.
It’s evil city,
That’s killing you.

[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-01-2002).]