Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead - Ultravox

Fat guy jets by, bony in a zodiac

Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack

All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade

Boozy losers cruising, maybe trawling for some rough trade

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

(Hey!)

Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?

(Hey!)

Too many memories are burning in your bed

(Hey!)

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue

Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too

Spiked hair, don’t care, Oxfam outlaw

Rap band rips it out, you’re buzzing like a chainsaw

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

(Hey!)

Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?

(Hey!)

Too many memories are waiting in your bed

(Hey!)

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette

Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect

Tottenham court road, litter skitters in the wind

My, the city’s pretty dead but the nights are still alive

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

(Hey!)

Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?

(Hey!)

Too many memories are waiting in your bed

(Hey!)

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night in the city of the dead

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

Sat’day night

(Repeat and fade)