Ian Hunter - Detroit lyrics

He used to ride through the streets, crying through the alleyway Freezing cold in the early morning light Out to get a salary Detroit, Detroit TV image ain't gonna pay the bills Big big cars Detroit, Detroit The fan Detroit, Detroit Big big shots Got their heads in the sand The usual (buzzing cars noises from Ian) You're late Detroit, Detroit He's a working man Ghost town Ghost town (indistinguishable sounds, laughs) The loneliest man in the world