Well,
it's another week
of sucking at the corporate titty
Breaking your back to put some
money in your kitty
In the land of the fee
and the home of the slave
You're a slave to the dollar
from the womb to the grave
But you do it all gladly
just to live in Phat City
Say, can you see by the
Harrington light
On a Phat City Saturday night
As I drift along, taking in the sights
With the Phat City blues tonight
A big blanket pulls around
a corner in a backstreet
Bullets fly from the
window in the backseat
As the muzzle flashlights
the night like a torch
Two dead kids are lying on the front porch
And the big subwoofers
keep laying down to backbeat
Meanwhile at the Oak Valley Estates
The little houses line up like
packing crates
And I guess it must be some
kind of sick joke
Cause there ain't no val
ley and there ain't
But the mean old world
is locked outside the gates
Say, can you see by the halogen light
On a fat city Saturday night
As I move along, taking in the sight
With the fat city blues tonight
So now the mayor is a trippy
hippie baby boomer
Posin' as a champion of
the average consumer
But you don't have to ask
just whose town is this?
Everybody knows it's
all big business
Crooked to the core and spreadin' like
a tumor
Downtown's jammed like
a concrete playpen
Rides in the streets till the light of the a .m.
Out in the suburbs, the traffic is crawling
Out to the country
where the city is sprawling
And there's nowhere to go
to get a break from the mayhem
Say, can you see by the halogen light
On a bad city Saturday night
As I jerk them all, taking in the sights
With the bad city blues tonight
Say, can you see by the halogen light
On a bad city Saturday night
As I drift along, taking in the sight
With the bad city blues tonight
I'm just a boy