Drive the car into the city
We run guns to the savages
It's the summers without love
It's the grind of the seventies
It's the sickness of America
Well he's richer than anyone
Yeh he's richer than everyone
In this whole stinking world
Ain't it pretty in the city
When you're nothing like anyone
When you're other to everyone
Shoot the gun at the enemy
It's monochrome in scarlet
It's your cheekbones, it's your age
It's the other side of style
It's the era of publicity
A war in silhouette and lines
Well he's richer than anyone
Yeh he's richer than everyone
In this whole stinking world
Ain't it pretty in the city
When you're nothing like anyone
When you're other to everyone
Take the stand before the jewellery
It's perfectly explicable
It's packaged and it's sold
You're as free as free can be
You are free to doubt in liberty
Oh darling deadly innocence
How cruelly bites the cold
Yeh he's richer than everyone
In this whole stinking world
Ain't it pretty in the city
When you're nothing like anyone
When you're other to everyone
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