I was born in love, my mother said
But my parents fought, into the streets I fled
Let my hair grow wild into the salty breeze
I found no refuge in society
And my sister cried, as my mother screamed
As my father swung, he always says what he means
And the neighbors voices echoed through the night
Somebody call the cops, another family fight
The city lights are still the same
The broken bottles and the hookers gaze
In the lights, and the city, and the sounds
That crucify my brain, I'm a cities child
And the old newspapers blow away with the wind
And I can say the same for so many old friends
All their graves are lying in a pretty row
It's this life in the streets, God it's making us old
The city lights are still the same
The broken bottles and the hookers gaze
In the lights, and the city, and the sounds
That crucify my brain, I'm a cities child
(We were born in love) I'm a cities child
(We are all of love) I'm a cities child
(They call it making love) I'm a cities child
(Love, love, love, love)