Neon falls from the stripelights on machenery road, the rain drives the animals back to there home
and I walk alone on the streets where industry once was the world
the snow falls in sheets by the window on the 17th floor
once people loved here but not anymore
now the shipyards are closed and the manufacturing all moved to china
but the birds will still be singing, and the songs will still be sung
and the song will still be shining in the slums
and the drunks will still be drinking
underneath those city lights.
but the birds will still be singing in the skys
and in the schoolyard the weeds draw a picture stronger than words
no longer young faces willing to learn
now slowly return to the earth which once gave the life to sping from
but red light is tired men and women still washing the screens, scrathing a living as the dead city sleeps
oh, on rocking horse lane, the young joavojeus? are reduced to the sex train.
but the birds will still be singing, and the songs will still be sung
and the song will still - be shining in the slums
and the drunks will still be drinking
underneath those neon lights,
the birds will still be singing in the skys
ohhhhhhhh. ohhhhhhhhhh. ohhhhhhoooooo.
and the birds will still be singing, and the songs will still be sung
and the song will still - be shining,
be shinnnning... ohhhhhhh
and the drunks will still be drinking
underneath those sodium lights,
the birds will still - be singing in the skys
the birds will still be singing in the skys.