And now all those innocent hears have hardened
They're out looking for love
On a Saturday night in a coup de ville
Now everybody's got their secret
As the night comes down like a guillotine
We're out looking for permanent love
In the middle of a city full of broken homes
Where all the boys want to use you
And all the girls want to cry
And nothing works like it used to
And you can't remember your lines
I heard about a housewife sleeping in the wrong bed
Head a rumor that Elvis has risen from the dead
I've seen a lot of lovers been programmed to lose
Seen a civilization proclaiming the blues