[ behind the city ]

behind the city
and behind my rum and cokes
you've startled my rats from where they're
at
in an empty bottle

behind me
my city

brick black
smoke stack
I'll show you 'round, behind
the city

if you've got cash then
i've got time and
we've got
just about forever,
don't we

why's a city gotta be so
rough
hey?

show me sweet cinder blocks
and I'll show you sweetness always
take it behind-- ah,
well,

then
get out of my city