It's midnight down in sector two. Little girl walkin' dressed in innocence and cool. Only fourteen and dressed up for the score. Hold that breath now boy he(?). She dances baby to the beat. Of breaking glass and running feet. Down in White Town. Down in White Town. Down in White Town. Oh she comes home from work and grabs something to eat. Turn the corner and walks down her street. In a row of houses chic shiny and dirty and grey. Disappears like the scenery in another man's play. And as she dances oh to the beat. Oh the trooper stickin' dresses for the number on the sheet. Down in White Town. Down in White Town. Down in White Town. Down in White Town. Yeah Mr. Outside you're walkin' so free. If you turn your eyes so you don't see. You act like you're the hand turns the key. And you become the hand that turns the key. And no matter how I try I cannot understand. The way that they will turn a man. Into a stranger in his own land. Down in White Town. (repeat to fade).