Down in the City (in Memory of Paris, France 🇫🇷🪦)

Living third-world, rat-infested, crime-ridden slum?
It was inevitably going to lead to this...we did not listen.
Those who warned us, way ahead of their time, were slandered, cussed and villainized.

Song: Down in the City
Lyrics by: Ian Stuart

Lyrics:
Feeling low, which way to go now It’s a freak-show, down in the city
Broken dreams, and desperate screams, the switchblade gleams, down in the city

Empty cans, forgotten plans Begging hands, down in the city
Litter strewn, a broken tune End comes soon, down in the city

Down, yeah down Down, down in the city
Down, yeah down Down, down in the city

Nothing’s new, the mood is blue Now What’s the truth, down in the city
The streets of gold are really yellow mold The heart is cold, down in the city
Watch your back, never slack The soul is black, down in the city
Look around, at every sound Compassion has drowned, down in the city

(chorus)

Rough and stormy seas, the Nation’s on its knees Either vein please, down in the city
Try to escape, to get into shape Leave the riot and rape, down in the city
Death’s on the prowl, walker once heard a growl With a scythe and dark cowl, down in the city
Gathering gloom, spelling out doom The reaper comes soon, down in the city