Karel Fialka - This City Lyrics

I lay in bed in my hotel room
My senses they were swimmin'
I heard the screams filling up the night
I couldn't tell if it was cats or women
The Persian carpet, the oilstained floor
The mirrors on the ceiling
The broken window, barricaded door
The hollow, empty feeling

This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down

The prowling cars, the flashing lights
Boyfriends from Tahiti
The Pleasure Domes and the No-Go Zones
Murder and graffiti
You read the papers, you see the news
Politicians and socialites
The thousand colours, the unpaid dues
You're living here in the black and white

This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down
Down the city fathers in all their wisdom
Installed a brand new traffic system
They ripped the heart out right
Out of my town
They did more damage than the wartime bombs

This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down
Down

The prowling cars, the flashing lights
The mirrors on the ceiling
The prowling cars and the crumpled sheets
The hollow, empty feeling

This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down

This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down

This city (This city) this city (This city)
This city gets me up sometimes (This city)
This city gets me down, down, down, down