At night we're dressed in black
Another TV-attack
Behind those windows, the people, they're sleeping late
Under this guarantee
I wanna dress up me
I have no hide my life behind a window pane
Fight...
Fight this town
When I meet you at lunch
I stutter till the next brunch
But when I'm going home
I am an entertainer
We are all in jail
Just like the songs of John Cale
I have to hide my life behind my oldest records
Fight...
Fight this town