See the old man,
by the alley,
by the sidewalk,
by the city.

Buy the teapot,
in the window,
in the shop,
in the city.

See the crooks,
in dark allies,
in dark corners,
in the city.

See the mayor,
by his lonesome,
not so lonesome,
******'s pretty.

The quiet marching of the drums,
towards endless shenanigans and fun.

Sweet and sour, you count down the hour,
when the time comes, you will cower.

Touch the stone walls,
in the park,
in the center,
of the city.

Hear the cars,
on the road,
on the highway,
in the city.

Smell the stench,
of the liars,
of the ignorant,
of the city.

Taste the sweat,
of the beat,
of the heat,
of the city.

And when the city gets to you,
promise me you'll know what to do.

Just come out to the country,
and visit me.