I was born and raised with the cross in my face And a mind that was set for pity Not fully grown I was left all alone Thats the time I set my eyes on the city Where no cold wind sweep and no willows weep And no singing in the treetops puts a child to sleep Where the ghosts and creeps Sadeyed roam the streets And the best minds turning tricks For that sad and angry fix But now Im through, Im through, Im through Im through, Im through singing bout the city Singing bout the city, singing bout the city I was all knocked down as I came to town I was smug as a bug and pretty I was led to believe that a little less selfesteem Was required to survive in the city In the highend streets where the faces meet Who are daring for a sharing on the toilet seats But Ive had my fill of cheap boudoir thrills Hallelujah, I am coming Bring the fattened calf and sing Now Im through, Im through, Im through Im through, Im through singing bout the city Singing bout the city, singing bout the city In the summertime in the dry hot town Sun is high and ambition is low When the sewers seethe theres no air to breathe And when no place feels like home In the summertime in the countryside Where the birches and long grass grow And the small birds sing and the churchbell ring And the gentle warm winds blow I guess I really should have known Theres only one place left to go This time Im really coming home Im gonna spread my wings Gonna leave everything Far behind thats unsound and shitty Im free at last, its all in the past Fooling round like a clown in the city Where no pine and spruce lend a home to the moose And no brown bears sleep and no rabbits snooze In the open wild you get warm and mild Turning playboys to the ploughboys That they are inside Where the green crops grow and the rivers flow Where lakes glitter, small birds twitter Oh, I sure could think of worse! Its the Springsteen curse but this time its in reverse Lifes a pity in the city Hell, what does Bruce know about spruce? Oh, Im through, Im through, Im through Im through, Im through, Im through, Im through Im through... Singing bout the city, yeaheah
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