Martin Saint // The Ugly City-Acoustic Version // Live @Bar St-Denis

Acoustic version of a song I do with my band Citylake.

THE UGLY CITY
I took a trip, I took a trip, I took a trip to the ugly city
I lost myself, I lost myself, I lost myself in the ugly city
Where love is a dish
Revenge served in bed
Where thoughts light fires
In vicarious killers
Where Jesus lives at the end of a glass
And God's been run out of town
And there's no one else around
No one else around
To witness the death of love

From the frozen backseat
Of a Saturday night cab
Neon sleaze, black satin-sheets bring back the seventies
You're the only one left inside
When the party's over
And love is asleep
Too tired to try
Too tired to try
In the ugly city

To love or not to care
I ask the question
In a sea of oblivion
In search of a vision
Waiting for pain to kick-in
To love or not to care
I must decide
With or against the tide
When love has died
By media-suicide
What is here stays here
What is here stays here
In the ugly city
In the ugly city