In the City:
They say there’s nothing quite like city life
Yet everything is the same
Buildings rise and fall like a house of cards
It really is a dire shame
When concrete jungle doesn’t go far enough
And there’s nothing left to do
You’re pestered for change by some two-bit scruff
And you realise it’s true
You become just another corporate face
Another suit in the swell
You take the tube from place to place
And never notice the air has such a funny smell
Every person’s a stranger
Every rucksack a threat
There’s a thousand things I want to say to you
But I haven’t thought of one yet
In the city.
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