(R. Matsuo)
Fort Street to River Street, and everywhere in between.
A world in a city, not too pretty, but someplace to be seen.
A preacher selling gospel to sidewalk apostles and his congregation on a bus.
The suits that take pity on this city, not pretty, denying that they're one of
us.
Chorus
One night in Chinatown, too much
reality
One night in Chinatown, nothing here
is free.
A rush of life in Chinatown, where time never seems to grow old,
Where innocence meets life in the streets, and nothing can't be sold.
Contrasting colors show people of culture, the differences and the likes.
The young and the old make way for the bold as day turns into night.
Chorus
Evening falls on Chinatown with nothing the darkness can hide.
Dealing cheap passion in unfitting fashion for the price of a little pride.
Dreams that have died are all swept aside to lie among virtue and greed.
This world in a city, not too pretty, lives to fulfill the need.
Chorus
