Texty:
Pogues The White City

dead dreams in the rain And the car-parks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And it's just another bloody rainy day Oh, sweet city of my dreams

with dead dreams in the rain And the car-parks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day Oh sweet city of my

away with dead dreams in the rain And the car-parks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day Oh sweet city of

The masochism is alive, My desire for skin is unnerving, Flesh to flesh the taste of the death, temptations rise. Now if she could only speak we could