The funeral bell Chimes through misty autumn light Just another faceless victim Another who failed to survive Well there are no more tears You get used to the look of a coffin let down And you know no one's about to grow Old in this miserable town
The gloom eats all hope The torment it reigns And the menace of death Grips the souls of the poor in the streets
So now it's your time In the end it's all the same Another candle's extinct By the wind of the city insane And it's too late now In this city to live means to die It's consuming all fortune And nobody dares to ask why
Don't ever stroll Or soon it will happen Don't ever prowl through the concrete canyons of
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