The dark side of town
that's where I'm livin’
have never seen the sun
being poor is a sin

They laugh at our pain, they laugh at our poverty
they laugh when we cry, they laugh when we die

Grey skies above the city
chimneys smoke their sticky breath
once ago this town was pretty
but today it smells like death

Silent faces close to die
wash their hands in acid rain
I wake up to live this lie
again and again and again and again