City — текст песни (janes 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 mad it up just for you. . .