I lay in bed in my hotel room My senses, they were swimmin' I heard the screams fillin' up the night I couldn't tell if it was cats or women The Persian carpet, the oil stained floor The mirrors on the ceiling The broken window, barricaded door The hollow, empty field This city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down The brown 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 A thousand colours, the unpaid dues You're livin' here in the black and white, yes And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down The city fathers, in all their wisdom Installed a brand new traffic system It ripped the heart right out of my tongue They paid more damage than the wartime bombs And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me 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 field And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down And this city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down And this city This city This city This city gets me up sometimes And this city gets me down, down, down, down And this city gets me up sometimes