City

In the city there is something to see

In the city there is nothing to breathe

I'm goin' 'bout my business

I'm wondering what i'm missing



And on my way home, i hid in my coat

Wrote my name on the city wall

Being famous



In the city there is a park bench you can sleep out on

The city there is a trash can you can eat out of

I'm goin' 'bout my business

Wondering what i'm missing



And on my way home a cop said "no"

I said, "there is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand"

Being famous



Red man in the city

Poor man in the city

Black man in the city

Fat man in the city



Red man, black man

Fat man, blue man

I don't know the rest of the words

'cause i made it up just for you




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