Everyday it's just the same bad news
The paper-boy cried in the rain
The headlines got me feelings so confused
And it's driving the kids insane

She's asleep on the table, Café-de-Plaisir
And she don't even know how she got in here
She works every day for the government police
But at night she's out running with anarchists

There's gonna be a showdown, boy
Livin' with the rhythm of this paranoia
There's gonna be a showdown boy
Livin' with the rhythm of this paranoia

They all come to the Palace Gardens
To pose for the Sunday News spread
Political speakers and trade union leaders
They're leaving us all for dead


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

Metropolis song meanings
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