VD City

VD City - Bob Dylan

You've seen your bright visions of glory

Where love built your city on high

Have just seen your cold lower dungeons

Where the victims of syph roll and cry

They are called to this city of sorrow

To confess all the wrong things they've done

Their teardrops and weeping runs louder

Than my city blown down by the bombs

There's a street named for every disease here

Syph alley and clap avenue

And the whores and their pimps and their victims

Crawl past on the curbs in my view

Once young and once healthy and happy

Now a whirlpool of raving insane

Lost here in the wild VD city

Where nobody knows you by name

Your eye is too tested to see here

Worse body lepers your skin runs with sores

Every window stands full of lost faces

Human wrecks pile the steps and the doors

Must you pay your way to this city

With an hour of passion's desire

I pray that I'll not see your face here

Where the millions now burn in the fires