City Screaming

I've 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's smoking

City choking

Cracking 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 beats away

Stir 'em around, stick 'em over a fire

No wonder everybody's strung up tighter than a goddamn piano wire

The city's smoking

City choking

Cracking open

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city scream

Crack the whip and Mister Jack the Knife

Were doing their trip on the corner

Underneath the street light late last night

Why don't 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 dying

City crying

Humanizing

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming