There' s multitudes on the avenue I'm pushin' myself through the crowd
Slink past a cornershop that sells all kinds of drugs open for 24 hours
There' s waste scattered about and drunkards hangin' out whichever way I walk
It's just a regular night out around here
Life stories overhauled to the point that no-one knows if ever there's a second chance
Frail blond beautiful but sickly so don't know what they're trying to hide
They've got matches in one hand and fat sticks of powder in their mouth and they're ready to light
It's just a regular night out around here
It's just the way things are down here in the capital
It's hard to draw the line everybody's tryin' to put on and make us think that all is well in the capital
Everybody's fightin' their own war
Everybody's tryin to be the first ashore
CEOs move like ghosts home from work at ten pm
They know all the tricks now but they don't know how to make it to the dawn
Camera teams, interviews, time for the evening news, a politician... smug and proud
There's a new breed of guys to lead us I'm not sure if that's good or bad
No-one cares bout what he says but he's looking good
And what he says translates to "not my fault"
Crime and justice...
It's hard to draw the line everybody's tryin' to put on and make us think that all is well in the capital
Everybody's fightin' their own war
Everybody's tryin' to be the first ashore
Everybody's fightin' their own war
Everything has gotten so bizarre... in the capital
Everybody's tryin' to give the impression that nothings wrong and all is well in the capital