Lyrics
i got a yoke around my collarbone; people actin like they're from the twilight zone/ a jeer and a sneer hears a silent joke but noones laughin, cause everyone knows: so pretty, it's such a pity, jumping around like a chicken with it's head cut off. runnin wild makes ya silly, that's the price of livin in the city.
the years pile on like an overdose; a smell gets in that don't come out/alla my homies are comatoast; too deep in, can't see out YET: such a pity, it's not pretty, guaranteed to bring you down, no doubt. without pity, it makes ya silly. that's the price of livin in the city
turn it up to a hundred and three degrees any less and i'll probably freeze die in my crib while i'm fast asleep hold on tight baby hey its me: so pretty, it's such a pity jumpin around like a chicken with it's head cut off runnin wild, makes ya silly, that's the price of livin in the city
can you be alone among a thousand eyes
can you see the stars through the blazing city lights
can you believe the dawn comin home at the end of the night
and you'll be alone if you dont meet eyes
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