Meanwhile Back in the City - The Presidents Of The United States Of America

I was standing quiet alone in a crowded disco

When a man I did not know showed me the door

And told me I had to go Well that kind of humiliation never happens on farm

That’s why city living does the pysche such harm

And I said

Fire escapes don’t work until there’s a fire

You gotta sleep on the floor

Live in the mud

There’s no need to go higher

Once you taste a brick you won’t want more

Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' outdoors

Well it did not take me long to realise my mistake

When garbage trucks messed up my dreams I knew my dreams were fake

Don’t know how people gonna live like this

Pigeons might enjoy it but I can’t live in this mess and I said

Fire escapes don’t work until there’s a fire

You gotta sleep on the floor

Live in the mud

There’s no need to go higher

Once you taste a brick you can’t chew and talk

Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' in a room the size of a shoebox

So finally all the wires and plastic got to me Ideas and realisations were passing right through me I did not take a train a plane or bus with wings

Man wasn’t meant to fly

Besides walking does the same thing: gets me outta here

Fire escapes don’t work until there’s a fire

You gotta sleep on the floor

Live in the mud

There’s no need to go higher

Oce you taste a brick you won’t want more

Saving sanity is a trick when you livin' on someone elses floor

Hi, wazzup, how you doing, it’s good to see ya What’s your name again, I can’t remember

Times up gotta go