City of abandoned hope

In a city of abandoned hope, 
in a city of subdued desire, 
love is simple, inexpensive dope, 
it can set your little soul on fire. 
Mr. God, a perfect shady man, 
let me dope tonight until I drop, 
if she’s good, I might return again, 
for good reason - I just can not stop. 
Baby, I’m a man of constant sorrow, 
cradle me tonight and let me doze. 
take away my pain until tomorrow,
I’m a little kid you can’t dispose. 
In the morning, I will run like blazes, 
leave this city, change my name, and then 
hunt for new and unfamiliar faces, 
hunt for love to get that high again. 
I prefer my own private madness 
to the corporate madness of this world, 
and I would not trade my private sadness 
for the blazing heartlessness of gold. 
Nothing’s new, but till my darkest hour, 
I will beat the drum and strike a chord. 
I will climb the highest city tower 
cherishing the hope of being heard. 
Better love than murder and corruption, 
better dope than whopping lies and war, 
honest self-decay and self-destruction, 
final solitude and final even score. 
Better darkness, even total blindness, 
lapse of memory, and even fall from grace, 
than the random acts of abstract kindness 
when you love no one but the human race. 
In a city of abandoned hope, 
in a city of subdued desire, 
love is simple, inexpensive dope,
come on, baby, I will light your fire!