In the city of madness, I'm just another face,nbut they know right where I am,ngotta leave this place.nHiding in the subway, I don't like it down here,nrats are coming after me, they can smell my fear.nnI'm in a fix, can't you tell,nliving in this high rise hell.nGot the clouds for company,nterra ferma is the place to be.nnIn the city of chrome and steel,nthey've got axes to grind.nI'm looking straight ahead of me,nbut they're coming up from below.nTry an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues,nrunning out of time and luck,nwearing dead mens shoes.nnThey're twenty floor below,ntwenty floor below.nI can see the whites of their eyes,nand they're coming to get me.nnIn the city of angels underneath the desert moon,nI may seem in control right now,nbut it's them who's calling the tune.nTurn to face my killers,nnow turn and confront my fear.nThere's a shadow on the wall, everything is clear.nnIn the city where the motto is Forward,nI feel right at home.nAnd I never can settle down, no matter where I roam.nFidget bouncing off the wall,nfinding we got no cheese.nCheck the answerphone,nand a little more petrol please.n