We were children of circumstance,
We threw away our best chance.
A dull town in a quiet time,
Squandered away our only birthright.
No nice house with a paved drive,
Long commutes on the clotted mainline,
Sunsets on the vanishing line,
Unbroken view of the sky.
Here we are in the city,
But there’s no place where we’d rather be.
Living poor in the city,
But there’s no place where we’d rather be.
We are poor in the city
But there’s no place where we’d rather be
Living poor...
Been through a lot now you and I,
You trudged and I played my alibi.
Got high while you paid my bills,
I charmed them all and you stood so still.
We hide the worst and keep the best,
And hope the rats don’t get the rest,
We never call but that’s OK,
‘Cause we got nothing good to say.
Here we are in the city,
But there’s no place where we’d rather be.
Living poor in the city,
But there’s no place where we’d rather be.
We are poor in the city
But there’s no place where we’d rather be
Living poor...
I learned the streets ‘till my feet were swollen,
They spun my wheel ‘till my will was broken.
Come home with a twisted knife,
The sharp pain of a false life.
Now tell me honey they can’t be right,
Now tell me how they can’t be right.
Now I work for the bottom line and kick the shit to the curb.
Here we are …