I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

Kiss my blues goodbye Breathe until I Soar outside my crazy nights And live the riviera life Thank you for today I'm sure that by Candlelight, I'll be alright I'm really tired of my concrete jungle

I was a heavy heart to carry I'm so heavy, heavy My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfall Heavy in your arms (I'm so) Heavy, heavy, I'm so heavy in your arms My beloved was weighed down

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Hold up, po' me up, yes Double the cup just to cut the stress in half Guess who the fuck left After all is said and done, regret the past Best move along, got a long way to go, ayy

I’ve watched the lamp lights fade, a flare trembles and quivers that kept me safe Warm concrete streets, I used to call home Laid in brick and broken stone so a merchant I'll stay Staying caught in the sway of the break Set aflame, set aflame, set aflame

The daylight shines A body burns Rancid flesh fills the air A child dies A sea of flames Blood congeals on the concrete Mothers' scream A massive grave

We are ghosts of the concrete world Genetic codes of a dying breed Will I be left behind Sounds of a playground fading You can find all you need The message is in the silence Whisper words to calm your mind Reach inside another playing come-around

So go but be kind You have luck on your side Born into a family with food in their bellies And a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete Still smile behind their signs So go now be happy and be free You have so much time If you go chances

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping