Noche En La Ciudad

Out of the city, all those people who are messed up
Order and peace to be able to move ahead
Honest men and women pure and devout
Out of the city, those who can’t be trusted

Order, morals, order

Nights in the city, no junkies or booze
Drunks smell bad, the immoral even worse
Honest men and women pure and devout

Nights in the city, like Christmas cards
Night in the city, everyone rest up
Night in the city, and tomorrow we work

Everyone dreams of heaven
Everyone watches their flock
Forgiving those who have sinned
But keeping the wayward at bay

Nights in the city, like Christmas cards
Night in the city, everyone rest up
Night in the city, and tomorrow we work

Order, morals, order, morals

It’s an ideal night in the city
People pray at their tables with great piety
Everything done is out of love
And only husbands and wives under the Lord’s sign
Remote control and the couch, tranquility
At the end of the day, what comfort
No negative wild elements and such
That disrupt the program we choose to use
Everyone’s neighbors, all healthy
Everyone eating good stuff
No decisions from those people who don’t add to life
And no motels, no drunks, no idleness
No lies, no deceit, no falsehoods
And by midnight, everyone should rest
To wake up early in the morning
It’s an ideal night in the city
Like a Christmas card
The people are so proper, so at home
I can’t help but feel like throwing up

Night in the city, everyone rest up
Night in the city, and tomorrow we work
Night in the city, everyone rest up
Night in the city, and tomorrow we work

Night in the city
Everyone rest up
Night in the city
And tomorrow we work
Night in the city
Everyone rest up
Night in the city
And tomorrow we work

Night in the city
Everyone rest up
Night in the city
And tomorrow we work
Night in the city
Everyone rest up
Night in the city
And tomorrow we work