She has fled the fields of green Where life was pure in a rustic dream Where her first love carved her name in the bark And gave to her his soul and heart Now she sells her body to the night Underneath the neon lights And if she's lucky she's got five years Of crack, smack, pain and tears City of the Dead Gone forever the meadow of rye Youthful lust beneath the summer sky Her sweetheart died a suicide When he lost his love to the Temple of Lies City of the Dead City of the Dead – Will crush your dreams City of the Dead – Will clip your wings City of the Dead – Is here to break you City of the Dead – Is here to make you Twenty six months, she's grown old Bled to death on the streets of gold A raggedy whore she will die And burn in the flames of Paradise City of the Dead – Will crush your dreams City of the Dead – Will clip your wings City of the Dead – Is here to break you City of the Dead – Is here to make you