Come
from the suburbs,
into the city They say you can make it if you're young
and you're pretty Dreams,
misbegotten,
ain't it a pity?
They say you can make it if you're young and you're pretty
So I sit inside my desperate room Waiting for the band to play
And I wonder what is left to lose
Where is anyone, anywhere?
Bad
times are near,
oh And plagues roam, exhaustion's creeping
With promises of what's inside But nobody's watching
I go for the money,
well my wallet's a liar And the whole fun inside,
of course the world
is on fire
So I give up that old routine
There's no one listens anyway And I fight for what it means,
God
I wish I had someone here today
So I give up that old routine
There's no one listens anyway
And I fight for what it means, God
I wish I had someone here today
Come from the suburbs,
into the city They say you can make
it if you're young and you're pretty
Well they say you can make it if you're young and you're pretty
Oh they say you can make it if you're young and you're pretty
You're young and you're pretty
Yeah they say you can make it
If you're young and you're pretty Oh they say you can make it
And you're pretty,
they say