Well, the sun grew dim and the night grew tall
Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall
The chins did wobble, the eyes did stare
There was a sense of threat in the air
Everyone's dancing, feeling fine
But looking like zombies as though they're dying
I stood alone in the darkened room
My mouth is dry but my heart goes boom
Oh, the dogs and the vermin were mooching the streets
Sniffing out the candy and left over meat
Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep
Murdering the hooker and chops off their feet
Everyone's dancing, feeling fine
But looking like zombies as though they're dying
I stood alone in the darkened room
My mouth is dry but my heart goes boom
This is just a night in the city of culture
But everyone's whack and looks like vultures
All the lights came on and the music stopped
Men in uniform outside on the watch
The tramp waits by the bush to pounce
Woken up again by a young girl's shout
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out
All the black mariahs were left in no doubt
One got killed, another one ran
They ended up arresting an innocent man
This is just a night in the city of culture
But everyone's whack and looks like vultures