In The City

Smokestack in a rainstorm
Long way to move on
I`ve chained here too long
No moon and sun gone
Rode up on a lifeline
Tracks up on a train line
Met dog on a bad luck
Black hole on a thin line
Bus ride on a greyhound
Waking up in a bad land
Warm hearts and cold hands
I can`t sit and I can`t stand
Thank God on a bad day
Bad job on a low pay
No right and no way
Be up again some day
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain`t nothin` too pretty
Way down in the city
Wife dead on a gun boke
Way stop the gun jokes
Man rush the bad smoke
I get sick on a no joke
Green house of big heat
Dead trees and dead meat
Fast food you can`t eat
Stuff kids dead beat
I don`t free the hostage
Bank raid `n get rich
Fuel pumping oil slick
Black gold that you dig
Six feet and gravestone
Testify
I burned up on a gun run man you know I
I just can`t get satisfied
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain`t nothin` too pretty
Way down in the city
Scream
Way down
Straight down a states street
Hot tub and a hair grease
Dark brown and big freeze
Bad trouble and police
Street blacks and switchblades
No sense a crusade
Long tail and no place
This land that God made
White world of moonshine
Black bear of bad time
I lost sight and I`ve gone blind
Last chance of a lifetime
Black deuce of love stone
White rose a milestone
Sat down a unknown
Last stop to headstone
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain`t nothin` too pretty
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Hah
Ain`t nothin` too pretty
Yeah
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain`t nothin` too pretty
Way down in the city
Way down in the city