Concrete Blonde City Screaming
(J. Napolitano) 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
