BAD CITY

Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad You get up in the morning at the crackin' of dawn You hussle and you hassle all day The things that a man has to do for a livin' Just to keep the reaper away Somebody give me a break I've had as much as a body can take Nobody hears you, nobody sees you Nobody ever break's free from the Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad so' With your hands in your pockets and your soul in your shoes And what life you have left in a bottle You start drinking your way across the border for help Praying for an easy way through Somebody please help me Break the chains of the city free but Nobody hears you, nobody sees you Nobody ever breaks free from the Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad Bad city, bad... Fat city, bad... Bad city, bad... Fat city, bad... Bad city, bad... Fat city, bad... Bad city, bad... Fat city, bad... Bad city, bad... Fat city, bad...