Robyn Hitchcock - City Of Women lyrics

Nothing is sacred
Nothing is real
You know what you're made of
You know what you feel
Moments are fleeting
Like the moon in a well
You see your reflection
It's starting to gel

I belong* * (repeated twice after "face of a god" verse)
I belong*
In the city of women

Where the mirror ball whirls
See your reflection
You're one of the girls
Slipping and swirling
Ahead of it all
The men are all bigger
But their antennae are small


With the silver harpoon
Nothing can steal
The face of the moon
Your operation
Was only a fraud
You're still a man with
The face of a god


(Horn Solo)

(Chorus in same asterisked manner above)