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Suburbian CrisisShe had to be the perfect lover,And warm the slippers for his feet, She had to be the perfect mother, And keep the house real neat, The image cracked in the closing night, Under the gathering strain, Her eyes reflected the cold red light, He was in danger, danger, danger, danger. Cold city, Cold night, Suburban crisis under the twilight, Cold city, Cold night, Urban riot under the neon. Meanwhile in the downtown ghetto, The crowd gathers in the streets, To the sound of a breaking window, The crowd takes to its feet, Narrow walls consumed in flames, Tumble to the ground, A thin blue line can’t contain, The bed of anger, anger, anger, anger. Cold city, Cold night, Suburban crisis under the twilight, Cold city, Cold night, Urban riot under the neon. Cold city, Cold night, Suburban crisis under the twilight, Cold city, Cold night, Urban riot under the neon. As the ghetto smoulders in the distance, The suburbs start to burn, In spite of organised resistance, The crowd grows with every turn, She stands mute with her hands held high, His body lies down at her feet, One small spark and it starts a fire, Shouts of anger, anger, danger, danger. Cold city. |