Story Behind The Song
London, or just about anywhere.
Song Description
Disgust with the corporate whoring of the modern world...
| Song Length |
3:26 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Frenzied, Livid |
Subject |
Capitalism, Highway, Street, Road |
| Similar Artists |
Motorhead, Soundgarden |
| |
Lyrics
I came into the city cos everything was made of gold
yeah that's what I was told
The streets are lined with pretty tales of high rise cream but no
it was all nothing but show
The streets are awash with the blood of all the dreams that will never be realised
The smoke and screams they will never match the greed of the corporate whore machine
We washed up in the city like a shipwrecked war trireme
it can f.uck with your dream
The cost bleeds down the kitty and you know that its time to go
it can f.uck with your show
My brain is still burning under the fluorescent lights of the city in my brain