Weve got full picture postcards and wrecking crews
Weve got long hot butter and thinning fuse
This City dont get up for me
This City aint my cup of tea
Weve got wide open spaces
Bows in our laces
There aint no getting over it takes so long
Weve got the scent of a natural and falling ash
Weve got instant persuasion and memory crash
This City dont stay out too long
This City never felt so wrong
Weve got cars at the races
Scars on our faces
There aint no getting over it takes so long
Oh idle eyes and smoky shallow voice
Im sitting here and waiting for the choice
And breathing
And screaming
My my there aint much left right in this city
This City dont get up for me
This City it aint no guarantee
Weve got cars at the races
Scars on our faces
There aint no getting over it takes so long