Another City, Another Season, Another Song Lyrics

Strings get played chords are coming through the air
An old man and his guitar
A stones cover and unrefined hair
A lively day and the old man sings his songs of independency
The cityair smells like death and exploitation

This one goes out to the artists of our streets
Put on your dancing shoes and move your feet

Fuck the hell who really cares about the songs the old man plays
Who had ever noticed that he is dead or alive

This one goes out to the artists of our streets
Let us dance and spend some coins until the midnight heat

Searching for a safe place to sleep beyond the shopping mall
Luxury and first class dreams he put it all aside