Fun City

I’m sick of the parties, I’m sick of the ravers

I’m sick of the dogs and my noisy neighbors

I’m sick of the subways and I’m sick of the crowds

I’m sick of hot water always running out

I’m sick of the crap I gotta take in this town

If I didn’t love it l swear I’d burn it to the ground

I’m sick of tourists, I’m sick of their stares

I’m sick of all the girls who ain’t showing their wares

I’m sick of the queen and I’m sick of whores

I’m sick of bad plumbing and those backed up sewers

I’m sick of the crap I gotta take in this town (I’m sick)

If I didn’t love it l swear I’d burn it to the ground

I’m a middle class American

I use to think I had it made

I never dreamt that I’d be second class when I joined the hit parade

I’m sick of the garbage, I’m sick of the noise

I’m sick of all the girls dressin’ up like boys

I’m sick of payin’ dimes just to go to the john

And when I’m done I always find the paper’s gone

I’m sick of the crap I gotta take in this town (You know I’m sick!)

If I didn’t love it I swear I’d burn it to the ground

I’m sick of the crap I gotta take in this town (I’m really sick)

If I didn’t love it l swear I’d burn it to the ground

I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna burn,

I’ll burn it to the ground, I’ll burn this town to the ground

I’m really, I’m really sick of the crap I gotta take…

What the hell am I gonna do? Get out! Get out!

I’m gonna burn! You know I’m gonna burn,

I’ll burn it down to the ground

You know I can’t take any more of this crap

I’ll burn this town, I’ll burn it to the ground