Detroit from TRAVAILIKA megaplanisi by Stefan Jecusco

oh there is a city but I don’t hear a sound
look down the road and I don’t see nobody hangin’ around

the theatre is dark and the winows are all smashed
but it must have been a beauty somewhere in some far distant past

standing up against the sky rusty old iron looms
right next to the motel that seems to have plenty of rooms

going on a piece further to find me some gas
then on to the highway, down it so quickly to pass

oh there is a station but it worries my mind
for the pumps are all empty and there is no one there to find

so it’s off to the pawn shop to ask for the way
out of this wasteland where I’ve wandered off so far astray

hello, hello I’m calling through the open door
look to see some fellow lying face down upon the floor

to life a man is born and with it he copes
he may ask for mercy, sometimes elsewhere he sets his hopes

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