In the city there is something to see
In the city there is nothing to breathe
I'm goin' 'bout my business
I'm wondering what I'm missing

And on my way home, I hid in my coat <br /> Wrote my name on the city wall
Being famous

In the city there is a park bench you can sleep out on
The city there is a trash can you can eat out of
I'm goin' 'bout my business Wine of Sanguine Lyrics
This is my body Pourous, flagella-like due to decomp. This is my blood /> Wondering what I'm missing

And on my way home a cop said ";No";
I said, ";There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand";
Being famous

Red man in the city
Poor

Confession Of Inadequacy Lyrics
The incomprehensibility of A love so pure Too good to be true It seems

man in the city
Black man in the city
Fat man in the city

Red man, black man
Fat man, blue man
I don't know the rest of the words
'Cause I made it up just for you