By patti smith



This dead city longs to be

This dead city longs to be free

Seven screaming horses

Melt down in the sun

Building scenes on empty dreams

And smoking them one by one



This dead city longs to be

This dead city longs to be living

Is it any wonder there's squalor in the sun

With their broken schemes and their lotteries

They never get nowhere



Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun

God's parasites in abandoned sites

And they never have much fun



If I was a blind man

Would you see for me

Or would you confuse

The nature of my blues

And refuse a hand to me



Is it any wonder crying in the sun

Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun

Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes

Now I'm burning them one by one



This damn city this dead city

Immortal city

Motor city

Suc-cess city

Longs to be

Longs to be

Free

Free

Free