Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense of threat in the air Everyone's dancing, feeling fine But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying I stood alone in the darkened room My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching in the streets Sniffing out the candy and the left over meat Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep Murdering the hooker and chops off their feet Everyone's dancing, feeling fine But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying I stood alone in the darkened room My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures ^4x All the lights came on and the music stopped Men in uniform outside on watch The tramp waits by the bush to pounce Woken up again by a young girl's shout Closing up the club, a fight breaks out All the Black Mariahs were left in no doubt One got killed another one ran They ended up arresting an innocent man This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures ^4x