In The City Lyrics

Smokestack in a rainstorm
Long way to move on
I've chained here too long
No moon, and sun gone
Rode up on a lifeline
Tracked up on a train line
    bad luck
    thin line
Bus ride on a greyhound
Waking up in a bad land
Warm heart and cold hands
I can't sit and I can't stand
Thank God on a bad day
Bad job on a low pay
No right and no way
Be up again some day

Chorus:
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain't nothing too pretty

Way down in the city
Wife dead on a gun boke?
Way    jokes
Bad rust and bad smoke
I get a    no joke
Green house of big heat
Dead trees and dead meat
Fast food you can't eat
Stuff kids    dead beat
I don't free the hostage
Bank raid    get rich
Fuel pumping    oil slick
Black gold that you dig
Six feet and gravestone
Testify
I burned up on a gun run man you know?
I just can't get satisfied

Chorus

Scream
Way down
Straight down a states street
Hot tub and a hair grease
Dark brown and big freeze
Bad trouble and police
Street backs    switchblade
No sense a crusade
Long tail and no pace
This land that go[td] made
White world of moonshine
Black bear of bad time
I lost sight and I gone blind
Last chance of a lifetime
Black deuce of love stone?
White rose a milestone
Sat down a unknown
Last stop to headstone

Chorus