Machines Of Loving Grace Golgotha Tenement Blues
I am city
I am the park
I am glow
In the mother f..cking dark
I am shocked and I seethe
I don't want to believe no more, no more
No more
Golgotha tenement, city of sores
Give me your tired and your wicked
Give me your dollar whores
Down on the boulevard
The children are sold
To pave the way
For your streets of gold, streets of gold
No more
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
I am the chosen one
