She had fled the fields of green

Where life was pure in a rustic dream

Where her first love carved her name in the bark

And gave to her his soul and heart



Now she sells her body to the night

Underneath the neon lights

And if she's lucky she's got five years

Of crack, smack, pain and tears



City of the dead



Gone forever in the meadow of rye

Youthful lust beneath the summer sky

Her sweetheart died a suicide

When he lost his love to the temple of lies



City of the dead

City of the dead – will crush your dreams

City of the dead – will clip your wings

City of the dead – is here to break you

City of the dead – is here to make you



Twenty six months, she's grown old

Bled to death on the streets of gold

A raggedy whore she will die 

And burn in the flames of paradise



City of the dead – will crush your dreams

City of the dead – will clip your wings

City of the dead – is here to break you

City of the dead – is here to make you now