This City

Broken in the ally, kin to a rusty drain

With thimble full of heartache, and handbag to match the pain

I can hear her coming, in high heels, to wreck my day

This city is screaming and i can't seem to ease it's pain

This city screams

Bathsheba's in the shower, been in there for days and days

Can't seem to get clean now, but she's tried everything

And i can hear her crying 'cause everybody knows her name

More than a story, a brokenhearted legacy

This city screams

This city screams

There's a man in glasses reading America to hopeful few

Dylan is still singing lies that carry bitter truth

But the widow is still selling drink to a drunken youth

The Father's raising judges but his people still wonder who

And this city screams

This city screams