Ian Hunter - Detroit текст песни

(ian hunter)

(transcribed by nicole apostola)

He used to ride through the streets, crying through the alleyway

Freezing cold in the early morning light

Out to get a salary

Detroit, detroit

Tv image aint gonna pay the bills

Big big cars

Detroit, detroit

The fan

Detroit, detroit

Big big shots

Got their heads in the sand

The usual

(buzzing cars noises from ian)

Youre late

Detroit, detroit

Hes a working man

Ghost town

Ghost town

(indistinguishable sounds, laughs)

The loneliest man in the world