Listen to the sound of the city There's a million people out there Most of the time they get along pretty good Must be something in the air Something about this town baby girl Honest as the day is long Feed it the salt from the sweat from your brow And she'll never ever do you wrong Oh Dolores, the city's calling out your name, Oh Dolores, they're calling you the queen of pain But I got a feeling about you The local's might take you in Hold you up like one of their own Treat you like long lost kin Sometimes I can smell the country From the windows of the basement suite I'm not gonna ask if it is what I think it is But they're moving to a Dancehall Reggae beat Oh Dolores, the city's calling out your name Oh Dolores, they're calling you the queen of pain Oh Dolores, the entire west end's got your name on it Tear a strip off the watering holes Do it just for the shame of it Do it just for the shame of it So lose your pretty self to the fire As it's licking at your slender white heels There's no sense running 'cause it's never gonna catch you As long as you're keeping it real But if it gives you inspiration Then who am iIto call you out Smoke a little weed, play your guitar Try to remember what the song is about Oh Dolores, the city's calling out your name Oh Dolores, they're calling you the queen of pain Oh Dolores, the entire west end's got your name on it Tear a strip off the watering holes Do it just for the shame of it Do it just for the shame of it