Fun city (live 1992)

I left my home
With a pain in my heart
Not a word of goodbye
To the ones that I loved

I'm taking a train
Away from the rain
To the lights of the smoke
I've got to find my own way now

I've got to find my own way now
I've got to find my own way now

Fun city
To the London experience
Fun city
To the London experience

Backward
Forwards
Wearing out the corners

Fun city
Here's my in-experience
Have no feelings
Have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next

Playland scandal
Pocket weighs you down
Machine handle
Goеs down

I lose all my money
Trying to make a killing
Can't еven make my fare back home
So this is fun city

I have no feelings
I have no sex
I wonder who
To pick up next

I tried to make friends
Tried to make amends
I sunk so low
That it's hard to climb out

I've nowhere to live
But I've so much to give
But I found the hard way
What's life all about

I have no feelings
I have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next

I'm all alone
And I'm lost in this city
I'm being paraded
Feeling degraded

I wanted love
And I thought this was the way

But I'm only young
And I'm often this wrong

I have no feelings
I have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next

I have no morals
I have no innocence
I'm quite straight
Just playing for rent

Thank you
That was actually one of the first songs
I ever wrote
Or really the first song I ever wrote many years ago