Inner City Pressure

Inner city life, inner city pressure The concrete world is starting to get ya The city is alive, the city is expanding Living in the city can be demanding You pawned everything, everything you owned Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone You don't know where you're going You cross the street, you don't know why you did You walk back across the street Standing in the sitting room Totally stint and your favorite jersey is covered in lint You want to sit down but you sold your chair So you, you just stand there, you just stand there (You just stand there) Inner, inner city, inner city pressure Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11 From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me Hey man, I just want some muesli Neon signs, hidden messages Questions, answers, fetishes You know you're not in high finance Considering second hand underpants Check your mind, how'd it get so bad? What happened to those other underpants you had? Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet Landlord's on your balls, "Have you payed your rent yet?" Inner, inner city, inner city pressure Inner, inner city, inner city pressure Pressure, pressure So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist You don't measure up to the expectation When you're unemployed, there's no vacation No one cares, no one sympathizes You just stay home and play synthesizers Pressure, pressure Inner, inner city, inner city pressure Inner, inner city, inner city pressure What are you searching for, hidden treasure? All you'll find is inner city pressure You've lost perspective like a picture by Escher It's the pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure