City of...

Somewhere down on Peter St. the boys in suits want more

Of the whore of babylon than the hooters girl next door

DJ spinning algorythms cut into vinyl ring ing ings

Meanwhile in someone's basement the Constantines are playing

While the kids sip their diet cokes and the journalists are greying

I'd have to lean in close to hear the words he's singing

City that works

City that sleeps in till the crack of noon on a Saturday

(city of ecstasy)

City of blurbs

City where what they write is what you do is what they say

In the back of the Legion Hall the Goofs are playing faster

Turning up after every song until their heads are iced with plaster

The soundtrack of subjugation to our friendly foreign masters

Downstairs in the Vampire Bar the laptop kids are mashing

Some ungodly medley of Morbidox and Eria Fachin

If i didn't think they'd love it i'd give them twenty lashings

City that purrs

City that prowls the streets all night then sleeps the days away

(City of apathy)

Party at Kurt's

Everyone who's anyone will be there to drink the night away

Or they won't be anyone

City of jerks

City that eats its young with impunity

(City of sympathy)

City that doesn't give a fuck

City that lurks

City that waits for someone somewhere else to do it first

And prove it'll make a buck

Downwind on Cherry Beach Ron Sexsmith sits and mopes

Mining for platinum amongst a million romantic tropes

The tough kid asks are you buying? and Jocelyn says "nope"

City of words

City of numbers filling empty pages like poetry

(City of gravity)

City that hurts

Just say you love me and I'll head home

Like all the never-weres

City of atrophy

I miss you next to me

Yeah

City of empathy

I miss you next to me