Lyrics

City lights and moving cars All the crowded nights building window stars Escape to the land Which is scaped by the people In the sky, surrounding monuments Feeding pigeons Which are fatter than the homeless It's a symbol of our desolation What's a park bench? Here it's someone's bed They're not crying out of anger They're crying to be fed The people here we're not to fear An image painted in oil and I don't think it's fair See the artists See the homeless See the lonely folk guitarist See the friends and lovers hand in hand An activist is screaming and you know he's taking stand The drug dealers The pocket stealers Chess players Bullshit soothsayers Well, I live in the city and I'm melting in the pot Living in the dark Oh no, we certainly are not! Escape to the land Which is scaped by the people In the sky, surrounding monuments Feeding pigeons Which are fatter than the homeless It's a symbol of our desolation And that's all it is