"Metropolis" genre: Alternative General
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	Imagine a marriage between Stone Temple Pilots and the Beatles. Inspired by the 1927 Fritz Lang movie and dedicated to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Badfinger, Courtney Love, Sheryl Crow, Material Issue, Del Amitri and any other musician/band who has had issues with the record industry.
	CD: 2002 EP Credits: music and lyrics by Jerry Woods
	Lyrics All work no play, you can't have it your way Once you're in, you know you're in to stay Never again, see the light of day Never again, words of your own to say In the city below, I know who I am In the city above, they don't give a damn For myself, I've done all I can I've worked hard all my life to be a better man But I swear to God this life is gonna drive me to addiction We reek of Fritz Lang, science fact not fiction It's causing friction You and I go under ground, and bring life to this Metropolis Up above, where success fits them like a glove It's money that rules them, not love Or regard for their fellow man Push or shove, but never a hand to lend In the city below, they know who I am The city above will soon give a damn These hands built this city, these hands can tear it down again Have no regard for your holy father Kneel down and pray to the almighty dollar Cause that's the price you pay to play when you're living on the edge Only inches from the ledge Remember what I said, when you step in You'll never leave the Metropolis Dressed in rags from the cradle to the grave Taxman takes my money, every dollar that I save is another dollar that I gave I don't want to die a rich man's slave I'm going down, feels like I'm going down Nothing to say to make a better day Knock me down but I'm not down to stay, yeah Someday soon, see the light of day Someday soon, words of my own to say In the city below, I know who I am In the city above, they will understand They'll all know what I mean But for now I'll stay at the machine I swear to God this life will one day be one of affliction We reek of Fritz Lang, science fact not fiction I feel the friction There's no place for you and I but in the ground It's the truth I found You and I have no more souls than the rest of this Metropolis All the money in the world will never satisfy the greed All the charity in the land will never satisfy the need I'll fight the system to the core To hell with rhyme or reason I'll stalk the greedy leaders to the door through every season Poverty is color-blind, transcending the races I see it everywhere I go, I just look at the faces Daylight is approaching, it's the hunger that I found The truth lies within, I don't believe my only place is underground

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