I was born in "Dirty Town", early heard the heavy sound Of pounding drums and loud guitars on the radio My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for
Hometown, the giant village, big time but little soul Up! Up! Skyscraper city, business and finance rule Yuppies make the day Homebodys take the night
Nation by nation Like measles on the map Sprouting in all directions From Mother Russia's lap The dream of independence Seeking identify As the old orders
Nine o'clock on channel six Get the beer and get the chips Death is live opon the screen It's reality TV! New disasters! Don't you miss All the details
Every day I'm a slave to the grind Think I'm loosing my mind 9 to 5 ain't mu kind of routine Ain't nobody's machine Boss says: think of the future But
The kings of two-facedness reign undisputted and secure Look inside: would you do it just the same? What's to hide, everbody plays the game Two-faced