Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe Maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know We've been in this ship for like three hours now Well, Morty That entirely depends on whether or not you have the mental capacity To pick something I would be willing

The city streets are full of people going Nowhere making time The change from night to day is really only hours Won't somebody throw me down a line They say some days you're gonna win They say some days you're gonna lose I tell you I got news for you

We are the new Americana High on legal marijuana Raised on Biggie and Nirvana Survival of the richest The city's ours until the fall They're Monaco and Hamptons bound But we don't feel like outsiders at all Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles Just what

This time I'm ready to run Escape from the city and follow the sun 'Cause I wanna be yours 'Cause you wanna be mine I don't wanna get lost in the dark of the night Wherever you are is the place I belong 'Cause I wanna be free And I wanna be young I'll

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

The city is ours Because the night is young The line is out the door Tonight the city's ours Until the morning comes Today was crazy but Today was crazy but tonight We pull up, open the door

I breathe the air of freedom Everyone is doing their best to destroy it Simplicity's forgotten And we all drill the ground I stand free I refuse to be surrounded The stones and dust bite hostile Devours flesh and bone The weakest lost in hatred

When it rains it pours Like summer storms The rivers flood the banks And spill into the streets But the people laughed And swore that they'd restore The city piece by piece And then the clouds gave Way as if to agree