I am living in the sin city built of gold. You should have a fun in there, play your freakin role. Here money can buy soul, and it's already sold. You'll hear a story 'bout city mold.
Light blinking. Clouds darken, But people keep on fun until their lifes aren't broken. I was in the crowd, and the crowd was in me - So take off your fucking crown and come down from the tree.
When I came in that city, I thought \"Oh brave new world!\" Consume and fun, reproduce and die. There people dreaming about new cars, more bucks, Young chicks, more fuck. Can't stop to want.
People live behind the wall, They are loosing their soul. I am standing on a scaur - One false move and i will fall.
Verse 2:
I am living in the dream, but i wish to be awake: Every time I close my eyes, I see the world is wrecked. This world is fake, that i will break. This city is dangerous, like the rattlesnake.
All you wanna hear is the universal glee. All what you do is the daily spree. So stand up from your knees, little stupid flea, Turn the key, to be free you should flee without plea.
People living and dreaming, but don't hear no loud squall - Clouds rumbled, the rain started, covered town of a pall. Every day, that you are loosing, turns you into humble thrall. Just a few words repeated in my 'tho:
\"Go from this brown ground. Put on an old gown. Run from this slave town. Run from this town!\"