
Date of issue: 30.01.2011
Song language: English
The City of Soul |
The summer is hot, the nights are still cold |
Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul |
And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above |
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love |
But someone should tell 'em there’s a fire in the sky-y (hey-hey) |
And someone should tell 'em |
This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive) |
Here in the city of love (it's so hot) |
Sixty-second street and it looks like Beiruit |
Like, like something you would see on the picture tube |
You-ou-ou can watch it happen right in the cool of your front room |
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of doom |
Listen, let me tell ya, that the fire’s real in the sky (hey-hey) |
And someone should understand |
This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive), ooh-ooh |
Here in the city of love (the city of love, ooh-ooh) |
Sometimes you can’t open your door |
Sometimes you just can’t make a mo-ove |
The city is black but the fire is red |
I’ve sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head |
Some love it, most don’t give a da-amn |
But I’ve got the fire in my heart, sweatin' it out |
Children burn even when the nights are cold |
Here in Philadelphia, the city of soul |
We all let our hair down when it gets hot above |
'Cause, nothin' ever happens in the city of love |
But mister let me tell ya, that a lot of people die |
You can’t understand |
This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive) |
Sometimes you can’t ignore |
Sometimes you just can’t make a mo-ove |
The city is black but the fire is re-ed |
I’ve sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head |
But some love it, most don’t give a da-amn |
I’ve got the fire in my heart, swe |