This dead city longs to be 
This dead city longs to be free 
Seven screaming horses 
Melt down in the sun 
Building scenes on empty dreams 
And smoking them one by one 

This dead city longs to be 
This dead city longs to be living 
Is it any wonder there's squalor in the sun 
With their broken schemes and their lotteries 
They never get nowhere 

Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun 
God's parasites in abandoned sites 
and they never have much fun 

If I was a blind man 
Would you see for me 
Or would you confuse 
The nature of my blues 
And refuse a hand to me 

Is it any wonder crying in the sun 
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun 
Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes 
Now I'm burning them one by one 

This damn city this dead city 
Immortal city 
Motor city 
Suc-cess city 
Longs to be 
Longs to be 
Free 
Free 
Free 


Patti Smith - Dead City