Lyrics

In this city I confess I am driven to possess Answer no one, let them guess Are you someone I impress? I am a big boss with a short fuse I have a nylon carpet and rubber shoes And when I shake hands, you'll get a big shock You'll be begging for mercy when the champ is through You better believe I'll put my clamps on you In this city, be assured Some will rise above the herd Feed the fatted, leave the rest This is how we won the west I am a safebox, I am the inner sanctum when the door locks I hold the passkey You say you can't take it with you? We'll see about that won't we? Push... push... push In the city, I confess God is mammon, more is less Off like lemmings at the gun I know better, still I run I am an old man And the word came But you can't buy time or a good name Now when the heirs come around Like buzzards on a kill I see my reflection in their envious eyes I'd watch it all burn to buy another sunrise Some men find the fire escape Old men learn it all too late Push... push... push the alarm Old MacDonald's bought the farm