No more sleaze ball, funky, low down, skunky juke joints
Where the drinks are knee deep on the floor
And the clientele is posed and angry
And the pretty girls are whores
Who gild the lily, and mores the pity
If you really want to live a life of passion
If you really want to dance your life away
Theres a place I really got to show you
Its down in the alley, really hid away
(treat me) soul city, soul city
Peace for the wicked
Life for the living in soul city
Its a way on down the street
I found it once before
Even though I have the keys
I still cant always find the door
It can be tricky
Might have to pick it
Soul, soul, soul, soul city
Soul, soul, soul, soul city
The girls are witty
The boys are pretty
Theres a girl whos dancing with my conscience
While the djs playing with my heart
On the screen are my recriminations
While Im singing Im still praying hard
Soul city, soul city
Peace for the wicked
Food for the spirit in soul city
Soul city, soul city
Come down there with me
Come down there with me