filthy streets, shady parks
one more cold night is to start
despair fooled with another drink
and the beaten man sleeps
witnesses stay silent
crimes are covered with other crimes
a warm light from a window
seems so far, far away
city breaths like dragon fires
a penny is the price small enough
small enough of you
the circle rules the game
no buskers, no squatters, no beggars, no queers
the circle stays the same
the circle stays the same
