The bars of the cage
And the trash in the gutter
And the people coming out of the clinic

It gets worse every minute
It gets worse every second

My lovely city (my lovely danger)
My favorite lovely stranger

And the tooth for the bone
And the rat for the apple
And the knife for the throne
And the crib for the rattle
And the bars of the cage
And the trash in the gutter
And the people coming out of the clinic

It gets worse every minute
It gets worse every second you're in it
It gets worse every minute
It gets worse every second