Lyrics:

Crystals gleam like diamonds on the Ky Ky fjord
Underground logistics on the west side by a lord
And a teenage T. Montana's driving by in vintage Fords
Are all hopped up, still they manage to look bored
I got nowhere to go, got no place to shy away
I got nothing but my own two feet
Dragging by the sidewalk to the city beat
Big dog sitting in a passenger seat
Cool right down, or you will draw that heat
And you can see it in the alley
And you can smell it through the door ajar to the street
Just like a fire in the valley
You try the high road, but the city is a pharmacy

And the streets are filled with leather and the sun is on the rise
Tin foil in the halfways, but the buildings have no eyes
And a car is driving slowly through the park, like no one cares
Nobody sees nothing, the city is a big black stare
Got nowhere to go, got no place to shy away
I got nothing but my own two feet
Dragging by the sidewalk to the city beat
Big dog sitting in a passenger seat
Cool right down, or you will draw that heat
And you can see it in the alley
And you can smell it through the door ajar to the street
Just like a fire in the valley
You try the high road, but the city is a pharmacy

And you can see it in the alley
And you can smell it through the door ajar to the street
Just like a fire in the valley
You try the high road, but the city is a pharmacy
And you can see it in the alley
And you can smell it through the door ajar to the street
Just like a fire in the valley
You try the high road, but the city is a pharmacy