In The City Testo

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