Screams
Screams in the night, sirens delight.
Heat, broken glass, satan's bred trash.

Big city madness, comfort my soul,
Give me a home where I can grow.
String of bright lights running up to the sky,
Throughout the hot night, the cars racing by.
You know they all see, but most of them pass.
She drives by my wares, don't hide in your glass wheel.

Screams in the night, sirens delight.
Heat, broken glass, satan's bred trash.

Big city madness, comfort my soul,
Give me a home where I can grow.
Sounds of guitars fill up the night,
Can't make me feel, I said its alright.
In one hotel bed, you think you can grow.
If you find a home, please let me know.

on Blue Oyster Cult, 1972