City — Jane s Addiction

In the city there is something to see In the city there is nothing to breathe I'm goin' 'bout my business I'm wondering what I'm missing

And on my way home, I hid in my coat Wrote my name on the city wall Being famous

In the city there is a park bench you can sleep out on The city there is a trash can you can eat out of I'm goin' 'bout my business Wondering what I'm missing

And on my way home a cop said "No" I said, "There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand" Being famous

Red man in the city Poor man in the city Black man in the city Fat man in the city

Red man, black man Fat man, blue man I don't know the rest of the words 'Cause I made it up just for you