City (demo)

In the city there is somethin' to see And in the city there is nothin' to breathe I'm goin' about my business I'm wonderin' what I'm missin' And on my way home, I hid in my coat I wrote my name on the city wall Bein' famous Now in the city, there is, a trash can you can eat And in the city, there is, a park bench you can sleep And I am wanderin', oh, I'm lookin' My whole world, is rippin' And on my way home, a cop said no There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand Bein' famous Rich man in the city Poor man in the city Fat man in the city Red man in the city Red man, black man Fat man, blue man I don't know the rest of the words