Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead — Ultravox

(Right..) Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade Boozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough trade

Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the City of the Dead Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? Too many memories are waiting in your bed Sat'day night in the City of the Dead

Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw

High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect Tottenham Court Road litter skitters in the wind The city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive

Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead

Sat'day night

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