Besedila: Marc Almond. Fun City.

Fun City

I left my home
With a pain in my heart
Not a word of goodbye
To the ones that I loved

I'm taking a train
Away from the rain
To the lights and the smoke
I've got to find my own way now

Fun City
To the London experience
Fun City
To the London experience

Backward, forwards
Wearing out the corners
Fun City
Here's my experience

Have no feelings, have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next
Playland scandal, pocket weighs you down
Machine handle goes down

I lose all my money
Trying to make a killing
Can't even make my fare back home
So this is Fun City

Have no feelings, have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next

I tried to make friends, tried to make amends
I sunk so low that it's hard to climb out
I've nowhere to live but I've so much to give
I found the hard way what's life all about

Have no feelings, have no sex
I wonder who to pick up next

I'm all alone and I'm lost in this city
Being paraded, feeling degraded
I wanted love and I thought this was the way
But I'm only young and I'm often this wrong

Have no feelings, have no sex
Wonder who to pick up next
I have no morals, have no innocence
I'm quite straight, just playing for rent