Swaying to the symphony Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Of destruction You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll

See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Don't use the word "forever" We live too long to be so loved People change and I can be tethered We think we are the only ones You can't walk the streets a ghost anymore Days form like new figures down my road Each one looks more like you than you know

The city streets are full of people going Nowhere making time The change from night to day is really only hours Won't somebody throw me down a line They say some days you're gonna win They say some days you're gonna lose I tell you I got news for you

It's real people Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a

Swaying to the symphony Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Of destruction You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pressure on people people on streets This is our last dance Under pressure Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de

Oh the little man Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man The little man There goes the little man I