Angels come in limousines When the night is down They glide along the shiny streets Touch me when I'm down I love this grimy city I love this freaky town
Brother I see they took you Took you off the front line Memory is our best defense Memories are made of all of this
(Sax solo)
Squeezing out a generation Waiting for the next Killing them by the radio Hey, I am not ready for this
It's tough, but, it's OK! So I lie, lie, lie
Angels come in limousines When the night is down They glide along the shiny streets Touch me when I'm down I love this grimy city I love this freaky town
Sequencing a generation Waiting for the next Suffocate my radio Hey, I am not ready for this So I lie, lie, lie So I lie, lie, lie Three times in a day