Another day, another dollar,
another sacrificial lamb.
Another coin, another toss,
another siren in the night.
Burnin' up the walls
'cause I got no more to give.
I don't care anymore,
this is just the place I live.
My city is a junkyard, graveyard,
suicide machine,
sick and sadistic, opportunistic,
backstabbin' madman runnin' the scene.
My city is a drug den, playpen,
mountain of trash
spreadin' like a disease.
My city is a last-chance ride
to the land of broken dreams.
Another night, another street.
The lines are drawn,
the lines are crossed.
A moment comes, the battle's done,
the remaining virtue lost.
Oh, breakin' down the walls
in a world that doesn't give.
They don't care anymore,
this is just the place they live.
My city is a junkyard, graveyard,
suicide machine,
sick and sadistic, opportunistic,
backstabbin' madman runnin' the scene.
My city is a drug den, playpen,
mountain of trash
spreadin' like a disease.
My city is a last-chance ride
to the land of broken dreams.
As the years go by,
you start to wonder why.
Still, the dream is kept alive
and the fool's desire
only feeds the fire.
Ooh, the fire's burnin' bright.
In the darkest stench of this decay,
tattered town rises
from the raw energy below.
The new Babylon's ablaze
in pillars of fire.
Decadence, passion and desire.
It's sin city, anger city,
my city.
My city is a junkyard, graveyard,
suicide machine,
sick and sadistic, opportunistic,
backstabbin' madman runnin' the scene.
My city is a drug den, playpen,
mountain of trash
spreadin' like a disease.
My city is a last-chance ride
to the land of broken dreams.