| Lyrics: | In the city of madness, I'm just another face,
but they know right where I am,
gotta leave
this place.
Hiding in the subway, I don't like it down here,
rats are coming after me, they
can smell my fear.
I'm in a fix, can't you tell,
living in this high rise hell.
Got
the clouds for company,
terra ferma is the place to be.
In the city of chrome and
steel,
they've got axes to grind.
I'm looking straight ahead of me,
but they're coming
up from below.
Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues,
running out of time and
luck,
wearing dead mens shoes.
They're twenty floor below,
twenty floor
below.
I can see the whites of their eyes,
and they're coming to get me.
In the
city of angels underneath the desert moon,
I may seem in control right now,
but it's them
who's calling the tune.
Turn to face my killers,
now turn and confront my fear.
There's
a shadow on the wall, everything is clear.
In the city where the motto is |
