Young man, leave your prairie heart back home
Cos you know it don't go for much around here.
You won't get much more than a ten from the pawn shop man.
This ain't no place for a boy with a pretty face,
You know you're only gonna be a bit of fun.
So don't talk in rhymes and don't trust anyone.
Just keep yourself to yourself
If your selfish heart wants to survive.
You're bound to get stung if you stick around the hive.
So let's a train back to where you don't have to buyer beware.
Cos I'm tired of watching you watching the sun rise over these big city lies.