jonny was a poor one without hope



and, who knows, happy as he was, what he'd do?



and how i did like him, despite all the ruins



then one day he died, and he died without a thing



experts come and go, but what do i know?



would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep?



and i want you to be able to weep



oh look outside, our city never sleeps



guess that's real neat, guess we've got to compete