Move Into the City

Why would anybody live out here?

Miles from town and nowhere near

All the things that make the world go round.

And nothing to do and nothing to see

No takeaway, cable TV

We just sit out back and watch the sun go down.

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Let’s all move into the city

And breathe each other’s air

And get to know your neighbour

Much more than you might care to

We’ll live in little boxes a way up in the sky.

Go to work and come back home,

Go to work and come back home,

Go to work and come back home,

Until the day we die.

No wine bars, no boutiques

No mardi gras, no fashion week and

We ain’t made the evening news in years.

You can cut the quiet with a knife

No sirens screaming, no flashing lights

It’s enough to bore a man to tears.

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