The angels are lost in this city of stars The wise men are down on their knees And the 'Fruitman Of Freeway' will sell you his cars When he's sure that you can't find the keys And the ladies on Magdalene Lane All worship the sun and the sand And the migrants who come can't complain... For this is their promised land La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la MGM studios can't make the nut They're auctioning Dorothy's shoes Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut And I've got the parking lot blues The Wizard brought benzadrene smiles And never let Dorothy doze She died as she walked down the isle And all that remained was her clothes Over the rainbow, a Kansas tornado Can twist up a little girl's head Aunt Em's on relief and the Tinman's a thief And even the Wizard can't wake the dead La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la The prophet has come to this city of light But there's no one to listen or learn And the Savior performs for the prophet's delight While dissenters are banished or burned And the heretics beg to be heard But the Saviour's on tour for the week Salvation is found in his word If only he'd learn how to speak And Lincoln is laughing with Amos and Andy Concerning the great Civil War And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps While revolution's knocking at his door La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la Magdalene Lane is a red light domain Where everyone's soul is for sale A piece of your heart will do for a start You can send us the rest in the mail For we have our own families to feed And we can't let them starve just for you But we'd rather not watch while you bleed So come back in an hour when you're through It's just another city full of sorrow Makes no difference why I came But I only know I'm leaving here tomorrow And only the motel man knows my name Submitted by - zassoennio Corrections submitted by - lildevilchris412