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(One, two, three, four) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) Well, it's a beautiful city we've been living in lately Never go to the South Side (don't you go down to the South Side, doo-doo, dow) And there's potholes sleeping in the black concrete And your little rebel, rebel's just a pebble in a big stream (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) Yes, we're living underneath a world imperial empire And it's built on the flimsy web of your money and your desire (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) And yes, we built this city on the ruins of rock and roll (doo-doo, dow) One minute you're driving on smooth pavement then you're down in a dark pothole (doo-doo, dow, doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) And then there's black men sleeping on your white concrete (doo-doo, dow) You go and see a ten dollar movie (doo-doo, dow) Then you're caught in the web of the waking dream, ah-ooh (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow-dow) Ooh Well, it's a beautiful city But the streets are full of holes I spend my whole life on the North Side (I don't go down to the South Side, doo-doo, dow) And I drive on the concrete (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) And I pay my taxes, too And I could write a letter to the mayor (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) But we both got a lot to do (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) And I admit it's inconvenient To get robbed in a combat zone Well, shit, I had to cancel my credit card Had to buy me a brand new phone But it's a beautiful city And the cops are on our side I mosey down to check out the angry mob Just to keep myself occupied (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) And you can talk about Chicago (doo-doo, dow) You can talk about New York (doo-doo, dow) You can talk about London, England You can have a nice day, take a walk in the park (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) But there's always at least two (doo-doo, dow) Different cities in your town And if you can't look at the dark one (doo-doo, dow) Then you'll spend your life living down in a dark pothole (doo-doo, doo-doo, dow) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, dow-dow, doo-doo-roo) (Ow, doo-doo, dow) Ooh, ah-ooh (Doo-doo, dow) Ah-ooh (Doo-doo, dow, doo-doo, dow) Ah-ooh (Doo-doo, dow) Ah-ooh (Doo-doo, dow) Ah-ooh (Doo-doo, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow) Ah-ooh (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow) (Doo-doo-roo, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow)
Writer(s): Ezra Furman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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