Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead by Ultravox
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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
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