We've got to get out of this place The people here are tired and mean i watched them slash the prophet's face With a shard from one of our broken dreams They give us wine then they take it away And their neon shrines burn night and day
What are we doing here Where poets are hanged And betrayed by a kiss?
she says "stay here with me You're going to leave me lonely" "stay here with me You're going to leave me lost and lonely"
What if i want to take you with me? Far away from these scars and bars From the hard-faced women of this town Who'll radiate themselves until they turn brown They'll live and die with little taste of freedom in their pebble-dashed mausoleums
our still-born hopes are up in smoke Just as they've been so many times before i guess that we'd be fools to believe That things could be any different this time
