Fuck This City
I've seen you running, and outside of catching your breath
With a cigarette to see what might catch next
I've seen you crawling outside of Quencher's Saloon
As a first rate drunk on the second shift to start the afternoon

Second City is Burning

I've seen you strolling, (fuck)
Well, it's the way you move the best
And I'm sick of all your "beautiful" bullshit
I'll turn this city upside down, I'll tear it limb from limb
Just show you what this city really is

And when the sun comes up, we'll celebrate our wasted Wednesdays
We'll drink these beers and listen to a love song
Everybody hates to be the one who sticks around
While the whole world keeps moving on
But these feet need solid ground, even if there's nothing left for me

And when the sun comes up, we'll celebrate our sorry Sundays
We'll drink these beers and listen to a punk song everybody hates (Dine, Dine My Darling)
To be the one who sticks around while the whole world keeps moving on
But these feet need solid ground even, if there's nothing left for me
Second City is burning, so fuck this city
So fuck this city