Lyrics Inner City Pressure - Flight Of The Conchords

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’ve pawned everything, everything you own
Your toothbrush 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 skint, 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
(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 paid your rent yet?»
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
(Inner city pressure)
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
(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
(Inner city pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Inner city pressure)
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
(Inner city pressure)
Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
(Inner city pressure)
What are you searching for, hidden treasure?
All you’ll find is inner city pressure
(Inner city pressure)
You’ve lost perspective like a picture by Escher
It’s the pressure
(Inner city pressure)
(Pressure
Pressure)