Saturday Night In the City of the Dead

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Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac

Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack

All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade

Boozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough trade

Sat'day night

Sat'day night

Sat'day night in the City of the Dead

Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?

Too many memories are waiting in your bed

Sat'day night in the City of the Dead

Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue

Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too

Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw

Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw

(Chorus)

High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette

Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect

Tottenham Court Road litter skitters in the wind

The city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive

(Chorus)

Sat'day night

Sat'day night

Sat'day night

Sat'day night in the city of the dead

Sat'day night

(Repeat and fade)