Metropolis

Everyday it's just the same bad news
The paper-boy cried in the rain,
The headlines got me feelings so confused
And it's driving the kids insane.

She's asleep on the table, Café-de-Plaisir,
And she don't even know how she got in here,
She works every day for the government police
But at night she's out running with anarchists.

Chorus:
There's gonna be a showdown, boy
Livin' with the rhythm of this paranoia
There's gonna be a showdown boy
Livin' with the rhythm of this paranoia

They all come to the Palace Gardens
To pose for the Sunday News spread,
Political speakers and trade union leaders,
They're leaving us all for dead.