Scarred face in the moonlight –
wind blows with a hard bite –
Darkness falls, just another night.
Out I crawl, am I feeling right?
I don’t know why I hide myself away?
I can’t seem, just can’t seem to face the day.
I feel exposed in every way.
Pushing through a hard crowd.
Daylight streets, traffic so loud.
Faces low and faces proud,
nerves are shot makes me wanna howl.
Cant face the day that’s a pity.
Dust in my eyes feels very gritty –
scratch my eyes, don’t look very pretty.
Noon time and the sun is hot.
People search for a green spot.
One hour, that’s all they have got –
one hour, on the shop and office clock.
Seems to be, the way it seems
Oh, how it wont let me be because –
A bug eyed monster will not let me see –
on my shoulder sits a great big G.
There’s a monster in the City
Will it catch me, oh fright.
get me and never ever let me go?
Going round round round
Life – it ain’t so pretty Living in the city.