City Screaming - Concrete Blonde

Been on the bus

Since a quarter to one

I’m baking like a chicken on the bus in the setting sun

Home, home, home

Under the window

Is that a shot or a car?

I don’t know

I don’t know

I don’t know

The city smoke

And city choke

And crackin’open

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

Twenty-four hours

All night, all day

The city hums and boils and cracks and bleeds away

Stir them around

Stick them over a fire

No wonder everybody’s strung up tighter than a God-damn piano wire

The city smoke

And city choke

And crackin’open

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

Crack the Whip

And mister Jack the Knife

Were doing their trip on the corner underneath the streetlight late last

night

One of the homeboys

Just take it on home sweet home

Well, you can blow your own self away but leave the rest of us alone

The city die

And City cry

dehumanizing

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming