Morning sirens, broken streetlights glow, Kids run late where the cold winds blow. Rent keeps climbing, wages stay the same, Everybody’s losing in a rigged-up game. Old man waiting at the bus stop rain, Counting coins and hiding all the pain. Downtown glitter, champagne on ice, Penthouse windows shining paradise. Two worlds living side by side, One survives while one just hides. All is wonderful in Paradise City, That’s what they tell us on the evening TV. Golden towers reaching for the sky, Just don’t look down, don’t ask why. All is wonderful in Paradise City, Smile for the cameras, keep it pretty. Some are drowning while the rich fly free, But all is wonderful in Paradise City. Single mother working double shifts, Barely coping as the pressure lifts. Food bank lines around the block, Time keeps slipping like a broken clock. Across the river, private lives unfold, Designer dreams and swimming pools of gold. All is wonderful in Paradise City… (igual que antes, sin cambios) Neon lights paint a perfect lie, Billboards promise a better life. Underneath the glow and luxury, There’s a thousand silent stories. Guitars scream through the midnight air, Voices rising from nowhere. Waiting for a different song, Something tells us this is wrong. All is wonderful in Paradise City, Crystal dreams and fragile dignity. Golden cages built on inequality, But all is wonderful in Paradise City. One day maybe everyone will see, What hides behind Paradise City. Paradise City… Paradise City… Some live the dream, some pay the fee…
