Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, nothing stays the same Thought you'd never miss me 'Til I got a Fat City address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running Unchained,

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

I need to be your lover I'm through with this mighty city Walking around, just stuck in my shit Conversation based around just sex, Words at the tip of my tongue (oh damn, baby!) Tell me one thing I must forget, Thinking about the naked women in my bed

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

We had a bottle of silver And a bottle of sapphire An Indian blanket And a beachfront bonfire We watched the moon We hit that liquor store By the county line Whipped out a fake ID I got from a friend of mine

No time for wasting away I never bite off more than I could chew We're breaking up the city But then she came and bit me But then she bit my leg She said don't want to work I want to play and live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course The city fathers, they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson river all filled with snow She spied the ring on his honor's finger A thousand years in one piece of silver She took it from his lily white hand Showed no fear

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain