Duran Duran

Walk the edge of America
A concrete beach to scrape my hand
inside the subway stinking fear and shame
becomes the violent breath
Vigilantes out on dawn patrol
but now there's nothing left to hide
I'm just a number on the metal fence
which marks the great divide
Hey boy
give your dreams a rest
if you're tired of searching
this is where it ends
there's nothing left to lose
nothing to protest
learn to love your anger now
anger here is all you possess
welcome to the age
Below the towers of the citadel