Spare me the pity,
Spare me your cries,
Welcome to my city,
Where hope dies.
Hear that sound? That silent rumble?
Under the asphalt – that distant shriek?
Don't feel safe, keep your feet nimble,
For the pipes are old, and they often leak.
Our days are long, and nights are longer,
Our safety is up on that silent tree.
"To live as scum, and die from hunger"—
That's our city's motto, you see.