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negativland - cityman lyrics

back, please, back!

my wife says i work too hard. she may be right; the days certainly are filled with [?] of a high+powered job+ but i’ve got an escape hatch. i call it my cadillac hour. it starts when i slide into my new fleetwood brougham and discover all over again just how accommodating my cadillac really is!

i was riding my bike
down the street dark at night
when i look, and i saw
there was a certain kind of light

the warmth from the houses
that were there, all around
but in the city
man, it’s k!llin’ me

my wife says i work too hard

when i get up in the morning
and go to sleep at night
i try hard to convince myself
that evеrything’s alright

when everything is tuckеd beneath the sheets
and safe and warm and sound
but the city
man, it’s k!llin’ me
…but i’ve got an escape hatch

my brain acts like a ping+pong ball
too many choices is no choice at all
no money, shifting gears [?]
and i wanna have a place to call home

my cadillac hour!

too hard to stay low
to smile and just be nice
where are the restaurants
that serve tofu and rice?

they’ve got big black c+ckroaches
and lots of head lice
yeah, the city (i call it+)
man, it’s k!llin’ me (+my cadillac hour)

[?]
i see nature a whole lot
but lacking a car
i think i’ll just stay here and rot

can’t make me enough money
must be some kinda plot
in the city
man, it’s k!llin’ me (my cadillac hour)
and my brain acts like a ping+pong ball
too many choices is no choice at all
can’t pay the bills for the stupid telephone
and i wanna have a place to call home

but i’ve got an escape hatch

need some separation
from the city without walls
[?] those walls are not important at all
and how can i get out of here
if i can’t afford a car
and the future looks [?] like black tar

[?] seats, automatic climate control, the stereo am/fm radio that seeks out soothing music, and it [?] the kind of smooth, relaxing ride that belongs to cadillac

and my brain acts like a ping+pong ball
too many choices is no choice at all
put your ears to the floor and hear the downstairs tenants moan
oh, i wanna have a place to call home (my private decompression chamber)

too much information
don’t think i’m gonna vote
if you don’t [?] it go
i’ll shove a screwdriver into your throat
you think i understand you
but i tell you i don’t
’cause the city (my cadillac hour)
man, it’s k!llin’ me (my private decompression chamber)

when i get up in the morning
and go to sleep at night
i try hard to convince myself
that everything’s all right

when everything is tucked beneath the sheets
it’s safe and warm and sound
but the city (put it all together)
man, it’s k!llin’ me

+and cadillac becomes my private decompression chamber. a magnificent way to ease out of the day and get into a [?]. my cadillac hour+ in many ways, it’s the best time of my day
…i advise you to stand back, if they take a gun from somebody
how many times are they gonna be able to duck, if every other fender bender turns into a shootout?
that’s not our town, it’s not, we’re so mellow it’s pathetic! would you believe [?]? oh, shut up!

- negativland lyrics

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