The people stand in line,
Wondering when it's gonna break.
The council sits at tables,
Wondering what moves they're gonna make.

Such a poor city going down,
Such a great pitty you're not around.

No leader stands before us,
No man could take his place.
They all wait and wonder,
Who's gonna win the race.

Such a poor city going down,
Such a great pitty you're not around.

The fathers sense the danger,
Fear their sons will be denied.
The children cry in anger, 
God stay by my side.

Such a poor city going down,
Such a great pitty you're not around.