Song parody of
The City With Broken Wings
by Hammer Richman
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I was shot in the back with my own gun
Hope it did shine brighter than the sun
You must fit in in order to stand out
The world is up against me, there is no doubt
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
I was shot in the back with my own gun
Hope it did shine brighter than the sun
You must fit in in order to stand out
The world is up against me, there is no doubt
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
Angels fly in my skies
Streets are paved with gold
They are all just fancy lies
And now my skyline, it is crumbling and old
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
I was shot in the back with my own gun
Hope it did shine brighter than the sun
You must fit in in order to stand out
The world is up against me, there is no doubt
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
I was shot in the back with my own gun
Hope it did shine brighter than the sun
You must fit in in order to stand out
The world is up against me, there is no doubt
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
Angels fly in my skies
Streets are paved with gold
They are all just fancy lies
And now my skyline, it is crumbling and old
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
Will you ever think of me
I'm a city with broken wings
If there's nothing left to lose nor win
I'm full of torn things
And there's no-one left to see the state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
The state that I am in
