Living in the City

Hang tight and hold out.
You know what it's all about.
Sometimes it makes you wanna shout.
Or crawl up and cry.

Smiling faces telling lies.
They always have their alibies.
They'll take your cash; they'll take your life.
They're always after you.

We're all just living in the city.
Living on the edge of our lives, sometimes.
Sometimes it isn't pretty.
Sometimes you wanna hear out and hide,
Hide, hide away you wanna get away,
From the city.

Because you’re living in the city.
Working in the city.
Playing in the city all day.

 I said, “You’re living in the city.
Working in the city.
Playing in the city all day.

Ecology is in a craze.
People walking in a haze.
All you seem to hear now days.
Is, we're running out of time.




We're all just living in the city.
Living on the edge of our lives, sometimes.
Sometimes it isn't pretty.
Sometimes you wanna hear out and hide,
Hide, hide away you wanna get away,
From the city.

Piles of concrete towering high,
High above the city.
Ribbons of highways leading you out,
They'll take you out of the city.
Will Russia drop the atom bomb.
Or will we have another Nam.
It all doesn't seem quite right.
If no one wants to fight.

We're all just living in the city.
Living on the edge of our lives, sometimes.
Sometimes it isn't pretty.
Sometimes you wanna hear out and hide,
Hide, hide away you wanna get away,
From the city.

Because you’re living in the city.
Working in the city.
Playing in the city all day. Hay, hay

And there are.
Piles of concrete towering high,
High above the city.
Ribbons of highways leading you out,
They’re gonna take you out of the city.

Gotta get out, out, out of the city.
Gotta get out, out, out, out of the city.


And now
Governments have got a gun.
They're pointing it at everyone.
Mother earth is on the run.
She's running for our lives.

Talk peace, prepare for war.
Destruction knocking at our door.
We turn and look the other way.
And wish it go away.

We're all just living in the city.
Living on the edge of our lives, sometimes.
Sometimes it isn't pretty.
Sometimes you wanna give up your life, to Jesus Christ.
He’ll show you the way, the way out of the city.

Gotta get out, out, out of the city.
Gotta get out, out, out, out of the city.

Because you’re living in the city.
Working in the city.
Praying in the city all day.
Because you’re looking for a city.
Out on the edge of a brighter day.

Towers of gold fill the sky,
High above God’s city.
Ribbons of Gold highways leading you in,
As Jesus Guides you into God’s city.

Because you’re living in the city.
Working in the city.
Praying to our God most High in the City