animals in the city -nwhen the light turns red, child,ngrab my hand and cross quickly.nbus to work,nbus tables at worknit's business as usual.nall done up o what a messnhow these animals dress,nwith all their drugs,nand their breasts -nit's as clear as a mirrornas concealed as our flesh -nbaby needs a rest.nhe's running home till his death.nin the beat of the roomnand the dark of the bar,nit's just the shape of a wombnand the sound of a heart.na paradise lost, with a paradise found.nshould we asphalt the ground?ni don't know, it's not my fault now,nson, it's your roundnc'mon home,ncome on home.nbut mom i forget just where i'm from.ndid you forget where you lived?nyeah, i forgot where i lived - nbut i think it's got something to do withnthe howling winds.