Oh my heart (Oh my heart) This place needs me here to start This place is the beat of my heart The kids have a new take A new take on faith Pick up the pieces Get carried away I came home to a city half erased

Everyone in the world has gone to bed One night or another With fear or pain or loss or disappointment And yet each of us has awakened arisen It's amazing, wherever that abides in the human being There is the nobleness of the human spirit Sing to him,

We’re still living in the city In a tiny rental made of wood We’ve loved and we’ve lost friends Time and time again Like ripples in a stream quietly die Every party’s got its pity Especially when it’s time to go Between the sun and all its moons The

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my

On the other shore, there's the end of the war See the city burn on the other side Going down in flames as two worlds collide Who can now look back with a sense of pride? It's the end, the war has been lost Keeping them safe 'til the river's been crossed

The sound of the mortars The music of death Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer's army Oh, it's colder than Hell Hitler's forces advancing A grand symphony

Back in the city Cuando yo llegue ya me dejas puesta la mesa Y me aropas un poquito Y me dejas las babuchas debajo del hocico Back in the city (Back, back in the city) I'm back in the city (Back, back in the city) No quiero lamento, back in the city

I pay no mind This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure Give the finger

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain