Neon the city's sun,
Taxis like beetles run and I see
Pavements with yellow lines,
Grey walls and big bold signs with darkness
Up above, all around,
In the sky, on the ground.
This is what I have found.
Cities, cities
Here the flowers don't grow,
Here the river's just a sewer.
People who move below.
Buildings with smells and noise and darkness,
Up above, all around,
In the sky, on the ground.
This is what I have found.
Cities, cities
Not for me.
No, no I don't believe you;
It's not the place to be.
No, no I won't believe you.
Here the flowers don't grow,
Here the river's just a sewer.
People who move below.
Buildings with smells and noise and darkness,
Up above, all around,
In the sky, on the ground.
This is what I have found.
Cities, cities, cities.