Patti Smith — Dead City Live

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 on Mars Is it any wonder They are hiding [Incomprehensible] With their broken schemes and their lotteries And they never get nowhere [Incomprehensible] Is it any wonder I'm spitting at the sun God's parasites in abandoned sites And we never have no fun No much fun Hey c'mon Give me something Will I give you my blood, my blood 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 I'm crying in the sun Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun Well, I built my scenes on your empty dreams Now I'm burning them one by one On this damn city, on this dead city Immortal city, motor city Success city Longs to be Longs to be Longs to be Free, free, free