Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles
of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies
of the city
Well they say the proximity
warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one
another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear
of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled
by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they
set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in
the magazines
Got the normal ones living
beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the
city
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
There's some things still
the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young
and the pretty
Well they weren't much different
than we might act
If there was that many others
that closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear
in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
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