A song about living in Brighton UK; a major tourist destination for pursuing hedonistic rites of life passages
Kozy are James MacDonald Christie Gary Edwards Lorraine Kozak
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City of Lies
Skating rings for the first time daters and the late night chemists and the vacuum centres
Shopping malls with long escalators and the burnt out cars in the local papers
Hosting Chinese in internet cafes
And the truants of gambling down in the arcade and the smoking mums pushing kids on strings
Buskers scraping their violins
I sometimes think who we are is not the same as where we are
We sometimes think what you say
Not the same as what you think of
City of lies
And the flash hotels and the one pound shops and the central parking - eat what you like
Late night shopping on a Thursday night
Time to go to pubs in lunchtime suits
And the payphone walls listing prostitutes
And the tramps who drink near the olde town clock then they’re begging outside the Masons Lodge
Sometimes think that who we are is not the same as where we are
We sometimes think that what you say is not the same as what your thinking yeh
City of Lies
lunchtime suits
And the payphone walls listing prostitutes
And the tramps who drink near the olde town clock begging outside the Masons Lodge and the BnB’s with south facing views and the immigrants stayin’ in their rooms
boy racers drive full throttle and the restaurants where you bring a bottle
I sometimes think who we are is not the same as where we are
We sometimes think that what you say IS
Not the same as what you’re giving away…
City of Lies
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