The devil's hard at work.
If you wanna play you gotta pay you know
To keep the clubs from going under.
That's the price to grace the floor
In the streets of this maze
All the way from the 10 to the 5 to the 134.
These streets are nothing but a parking lot
But I don't care 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
It's 2AM again, when will I ever learn.
If those warm winds blow me home tonight
I'll have a place to lay my head
So what if I got no money in my pockets.
I'll always stand up strong,
'Cause I'm in the city where I belong.