City Screaming

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 smoke
And city choke
And crackin’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 bleeds away
Stir them around
Stick them over a fire
No wonder everybody’s strung up tighter than a God-damn piano wire
The city smoke
And city choke
And crackin’open
I hear the city screaming
I hear the city screaming
Crack the Whip
And mister Jack the Knife
Were doing their trip on the corner underneath the streetlight late last
night
One of 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 die
And City cry
dehumanizing
I hear the city screaming
I hear the city screaming
I hear the city screaming