Been on the bus

Since a quarter to one

I'm baking like a chicken

On the bus in the setting sun



Home, home, home

Under the window

Is that a shot or a car?

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know



The city smoke and city choke

And crackin' open

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming



Twenty-four hours

All night, all day

The city hums and boils

And cracks and bleeds away



Stir 'em around

Stick 'em over a fire

No wonder everybody's strung up

Tighter than a god-damn piano wire



The city smoke and city choke

And crackin' open

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming



Crack the whip

And Mister Jack, the knife

Were doing their trip on the corner

Underneath the streetlight late last night



One of the homeboys

Just take it on home sweet home

Well, you can blow your own self away

But leave the rest of us alone



The city die and city cry

Dehumanizing

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming

I hear the city screaming