Dark City

Welcome to the Dark City,
You can leave your hope behind.
Check your soul at the city limits,
Bringing it here would be suicide.

Sirens cutting through the rush-hour talk,
Sun scorching through my pain.
Break a window man it's so fucking hot,
What the hell? It's not even spring.

International treaties can't legislate this whale,
Beijing Big-Macs and Cubans in the Ovicular Office.

Suit and cell-phone with a Starbucks in his hand,
Turns a cheek to the bum on the street.
Squeegeeing won't buy his soul back,
That the Devil bought last week.

Can't afford kids but guns are pretty cheap,
Even working two jobs won't make ends meet.
GUITAR!

Say you wanna leave this town,
Well I don't blame you my friend.
Too much darkness corrupts the soul,
Will this suffering never end?

So I bought a ticket for the next train out,
Hell would be a cheap price to pay.
The man at the counter said you're lucky son,
Most guys don't find the way out of the Dark City
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Regarded by my friends as probably my greatest creation to date, Dark City represented the first time I used jazz chords in a song. Lyrically intense and somewhat influenced by the style of Jimi Hendrix, it looks at the cruel reality of the inner city in capitalist society. Ian came up with the initial idea and many of the lyrics.
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