Inner City Pigeon

I can hardly recognize the place I grew up to know

They push the old aside and let the new unfold

It’s those who hear the sound of remodelled paradise

At the hiss of a plastic surgeon’s knife

Sometimes I look through people’s windows, babe

I see them lonely with technology

I see lovers going through the motions

Hear them moaning and yearning now

I’m a city pigeon

Flying through the city

Inner city pigeon

I’m always hot and bothered and I’m ready

And I’m never coming down

No I’m never coming down

Inner city pigeon

I ain’t never coming down

I saw people put their power on display

Like pigs that shoot dark skinned men in the U.S.A.

They might be executive heroes amongst their friends

But no soap will make their hands smell clean again

Sometimes I fly by people’s windows babe

I see them lonely with technology

I see lovers going through the motions

Hear them moaning and yearning now

I’m a city pigeon

Flying through the city

Inner city pigeon

I’m always hot and bothered and I’m ready

And I’m never coming down

No I’m never coming down

Inner city pigeon

I ain’t never coming down