The city ain’t the safest place to be
Concrete pavement dirties quick
And after a while all the buildings look a bit run down
Some of the people there aren’t entirely in control of their faculties
And everyone seems to wish they were somewhere else
There’s a certain squalor in every metropolis worth mentioning
It comes from the people who bury their dreams in their pillowcases every night
Or the ones who forget to live outside of themselves-
Leaving the bohemians to flee for the hills-run.
Run from the city that used to be.