| Concrete and chaos rise up
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| Spiderweb across the land
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| Like a giant rash
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| Forests lie down below
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| Foundations of buildings in a bed of ash
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| Some people here got it real good
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| 'Cause the glass towers bring prosperity
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| And other people starve in the street
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| Because concrete knows no sympathy
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| Big city
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| Big city, it’s a wishing well
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| Big city, it’s a living hell
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| This town it’s fucking insane
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| How one will starve and another will gain
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| It’s like a giant mechanical brain
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| And the people are cells and the streets are veins
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| It thinks only of itself
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| A thousand limbs crawling as it expands and grows
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| And still the concrete sits there
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| Sits there stark grey and cold
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| Big city
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| Big city, it’s a wishing well
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| Big city, it’s a living hell
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| And I think I wanna be a brick layer
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| So I can put another brick in the wall
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| It’s sanitary rational and happy and sane
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| Growing like a flower to surround us all
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| Big city
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| Big city, it’s a wishing well
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| Big city, it’s a living hell
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| Big city
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| Big city, it’s a wishing well
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| Big city, it’s a living hell |