Inner City Pressure

Inner city life, inner city pressure

The concrete world is starting to get ya

The city is alive, the city is expanding

Living in the city can be demanding

You've pawned everything, everything you own

Your toothbrush jar and a camera phone

You don't know where you're going

You cross the street

You don't know why you did

You walk back across the street

Standing in the sitting room, totally skint

And your favorite jersey is covered in lint

You want to sit down but you sold your chair

So you just stand there

You just stand there

You just stand there

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

Counting coins on the counter of the 7-Eleven

From a quarter past six till a quarter to seven

The manager, Bevan, starts to abuse me

"Hey man, I just want some Muesli."

Neon signs, hidden messages

Questions, answers, fetishes

You know you're not in high finance

Considering second hand underpants

Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?

What happened to those other underpants you had

Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet

Landlord's on your balls, "Have you paid your rent yet?"

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute

Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute

The ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this

Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist

You don't measure up to the expectation

When you're unemployed there's no vacation

No one cares, no one sympathizes

You just stay home and play synthesizers

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

What are you searching for, hidden treasure

All you'll find is

Inner city pressure

You've lost perspective like a picture by Escher

It's the pressure