The neon haze of city lights 

The tribal sound of marching feet 

Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights 

The tired and homeless roam the streets 

The sirens wail the engines roar 

A shadowed man just glances around 

A victim of life`s mindless toil 

Lies cold and helpless on the ground 



The window dummies silent stare 

Bear witness on the nights 

If they could move 

What it would proved 

To see them all take flight 





The neon haze of city lights 

The tribal sound of marching feet 

Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights 

The tired and homeless roam the streets 

The walls shout loud with angry words 

The people air their views 

The poor can scream but no-one hears 

The concrete jungle sings the blues