Heaven for the Holidays - City Boy

Long, hot summer night, kisses by the street light

Button up, missed the bus, you’ll never be home

For midnight…

It’s a cruel world, it’s a cruel world

Krushchev, Kennedy, a little piece of history

Daddy said we’re coming close, we took it with a pinch of glory

What a cruel world…

Heaven for the holidays, heroes on the radio

Heaven for the holidays, searching for a place to go

Hiding in the alleyway, choking on a cigarette

Heaven for the holidays, the sun’s awful red

And it scares me to death

Back seat, heartbeat, making out from memory

Hands up, heads low, eyes looking out

The window…

At the cruel world…

Space talk, moonwalk, it’s all right, Ma

Prime time merchandise, it certainly pays to advertise

In the cruel world.