Jane's Addiction - City Lyrics
In the city there is something to seeIn the city there is nothing to breatheI'm goin' 'bout my businessI'm wondering what i'm missingAnd on my way home, i hid in my coatWrote my name on the city wallBeing famousIn the city there is a park bench you can sleep out onThe city there is a trash can you can eat out ofI'm goin' 'bout my businessWondering what i'm missingAnd on my way home a cop said "no"I said, "there is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand"Being famousRed man in the cityPoor man in the cityBlack man in the cityFat man in the cityRed man, black manFat man, blue manI don't know the rest of the words'cause i made it up just for you