The city lines are down The kerosene's run out The fact surreal We relied upon I shed this unclean skin And start to feel again No more, no more 'Cause all the shoulders I wish to cry on gone And on that day they'll tell you

We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davy in the Korean war And I still

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

With my demons I stay down But I stay down When I think of you in the city The sight of you among the sites I get this sudden sinking feeling Of a man about to fly Never kept me up before Now I've been awake for days

They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands

City of stars Are you shining just for me? There's so much that I can't see I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you That now our dreams They've finally come true Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars

Say goodbye to the ones that we love Say your prayer for the ones that we love Oh Lord have mercy on my soul For the sick and suffering The city of damage control Say hello to the cops on patrol Say goodbye to the ones we love Violence on the rise Like a

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 okay, it's alright Keep on runnin', keep on hidin' Keep on runnin' away And if it makes you want to jump and shout, go ahead! Keep on runnin' keep on hidin' Keep on runnin' away, it's okay. Workin' in the city This town's got no pity Bossman owns a

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the