Skyline

This city’s got no skyline
This city is a tourist-trap
A homeless man holds the door to a bank for cash
This city wishes it was dead
And if this is gonna be the end
I hope that all the money was well spent
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city is a shit-hole
Made of trash and neon-glow
All the way home she pretends that she’s on her phone
This city wants us to fuck off
And if this is gonna be the end
I hope that all the money was well spent
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city’s no place for losers like us
This city is not for you and me —
It’s just styrofoam walls and plastic trees
It’s just minimum wage and make-believe
This city’s not for you