Standing in the City Lyrics

Standing in the city, smoking in the rain

The mystic thoughts in my head come at me with pain

Oh I see a Jezebel standing on the corner

Her flower had a fever but her soul was the hustler's

Oh it's such a shame, but who's to blame?

It's all the same anyways

Oh my Lord, the city's always feeding the whore

Oh when she feels so low

And he leaves too soon

The tears get lost in her bluebird tune

But oh that rain, it's putting out the fire again

(Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm...)