It's midnight down in sector two

Little girl walkin' dressed in innocence and cool

Only fourteen and dressed up for the score

Hold that breath now boy, he(?)

She dances, baby, to the beat

Of breaking glass and running feet



Down in White Town

Down in White Town

Down in White Town



Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat

Turn the corner and walks down her street

In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey

Disappears like the scenery in another man's play

And as she dances, oh, to the beat

Oh the trooper stickin' dresses for the number on the sheet



Down in White Town

Down in White Town

Down in White Town

Down in White Town



Yeah, Mr. Outside, you're walkin' so free

If you turn your eyes so you don't see

You act like you're the hand turns the key

And you become the hand that turns the key 

And no matter how I try I cannot understand

The way that they will turn a man

Into a stranger in his own land



Down in White Town

(repeat to fade)