Well, the sun grew dim and the night grew tall   Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall   The chins 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 but my heart goes boom      Oh, the dogs and the vermin were mooching the streets   Sniffing out the candy and 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 but my heart goes boom      This is just a night in the city of culture   But everyone's whack and looks like vultures      All the lights came on and the music stopped   Men in uniform outside on the 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 whack and looks like vultures