The Cult - Zap City

Indians’ bones are crushed to dust
On the road to Zap City
Devil’s slow to recognize
Whether we all live in Zap city
Young girls fl ock to the beaches
Checking out boys
Checking out preachers
Pacify, Sanctify
To the old heat, Zap City

Zap City, she’s so pretty
Win all day, more than too many
Zap City, she’s so pretty
The girl of your dreams

Live in sanction, sandy girls
Hot on Route 66 to Zap City
Another day in paradise
Metropolis drools like a hungry wolf
Hungry wolf
Dusty palm trees, are they real?
Line the roadside to Zap City
Buildings red, life on the sky
Dancin’ drug addicts real so far

Zap City, she’s so pretty
Win all day, more than too many
Zap City, she’s so pretty
The girl of your dreams

Gasoline, mescaline
I’m praying she-dog bites
Beauty queens wrapped up inside
Gettin’ high, stayin’ up all night
Siren’s cry breaks through the night
God, Oh he’s gone to fly
Zap City, you know it’s a pity
She’s so God damn pretty