Lyrics:
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
shadows tore us apart
And now we do what we do, ah
Driven to the mountains high
Sunken in the cities deep
Livin' in our sleep
I feel like goin' back
Another day, another teardrop fallin' from my rooftop
And even the look upon the city's face says leave
Another summer, another year gone
Another
This city skyline is making my heart go numb
And this living high life's making me feel under the gun
I miss you and those two lane roads that led
rac-es, all re-lig-ions, that's A-mer-i-ca to me.
The place I work in, the work-er at my side
The lit-tle town or cit-y where my peo-ple lived and died
scenes.
The laughter, and the follies
That are locked inside my head
[Chorus x 2]
I can dream of flying high
Above the city's cares, and never be
have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
You wanna get high in a new york minute
Choke that smoke, honey
We come from far away places
To the Golden City
We've left our parents miles and miles away
So Lord please make us live together (Lord give)
And make
Lord Bateman was a noble lord
A noble lord of high degree
Imprisoned in some foreign country
To spend his life in captivity
He is a captain in
this shit
City of the year, city of the year
That's where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city
without you
Having fun
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
drove down from New York City
Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name
Driving in to Darlington City
Got a union connection with
This city never sleeps at night
It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't
You got a house on top of a hill
And a powerful automobile
The windows up, the AC high
In a world of comfort speeding by
Stressed out in the latest
of crime
And growing welfare which is slowing turning suburban
Compton into an extension of the black inner city
Crime is now as high as the ghetto
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The city is my jungle gym
Look at this big great world that we're living in
There's lots of fun to be had on these streets
We can take a ride just
We've been driving allnight long just to reach our destination in your town
We've been five hundred miles everyones asleep there's not a sound
It's raining and storming on the sea, we're miles and miles from shore.
It's raining and storming on the sea, we're miles and miles from shore.
Look who's advertising
Billboards everywhere
"See hellacious acres
Your tailor made nightmare"
Traffic is backed up for miles
Attendants welcome
of course, is the colors that fill it
We'll take you high, we'll take you higher
Now come to the city where you can praise
If you're black, if you're white,
through the night
Like screams that are fire, rising up high
Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose
In this city, in this city, oh
Woah
Oh!
She looks so beautiful, with the top down
Let's jump inside and take a trip to town
(Let's hit the road) Let's make some miles and spend a little
to her.
Jet City Woman.
I see her face everywhere I look!
Jet City Woman.
Just a thousand miles and I'll be there
Jet City Woman, to make the clouds go
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