| In the city of madness, I’m just another face |
| But they know right where I am |
| Gotta leave this place |
| Hiding in the subway, I don’t like it down here |
| Rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear |
| I’m in a fix, can’t you tell |
| Living in this high rise hell |
| Got the clouds for company |
| Terra ferma is the place to be |
| In the city of chrome and steel |
| They’ve got axes to grind |
| I’m looking straight ahead of me |
| But they’re coming up from below |
| Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues |
| Running out of time and luck |
| Wearing dead mens shoes |
| They’re twenty floor below |
| Twenty floor below |
| I can see the whites of their eyes |
| And they’re coming to get me |
| In the city of angels underneath the desert moon |
| I may seem in control right now |
| But it’s them who’s calling the tune |
| Turn to face my killers |
| Now turn and confront my fear |
| There’s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear |
| In the city where the motto is «Forward» |
| I feel right at home |
| And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam |
| Fidget bouncing off the wall |
| Finding we got no cheese |
| Check the answerphone |
| And a little more petrol please |