She had fled the fields of green
Where life was pure in a rustic dream
Where her first love carved her name in the bark
And gave to her his soul and heart
Now she sells her body to the night
Underneath the neon lights
And if she's lucky she's got five years
Of crack, smack, pain and tears
City of the dead
Gone forever in the meadow of rye
Youthful lust beneath the summer sky
Her sweetheart died a suicide
When he lost his love to the temple of lies