Flight of the Conchords Ep2 Inner City Pressure

Inner city life, inner city pressure

The concrete world is starting to get ya

The city is alive, the city is expanding,

Living in the city can be demanding,

You've pawned everything, everything you own,

Your toothbrush, jar, and a camera phone

You don't know where you're going

You cross the street

You don't know why you did,

You walk back across the street.

Standing in the sitting room, totally skint

And your favorite jersey is covered in lint

You want to sit down, but you sold your chair

So you just stand there

You just stand there

You just stand there

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11,

From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven,

The manager Bevan starts to abuse me

Hey man, I just want some Muesli,

Neon signs, hidden messages,

Questions, answers, fetishes,

You know you're not in high finance,

Considering getting second hand underpants,

Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?

What happened to those other underpants you had,

Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet,

Landlords on your balls, have you paid your rent yet?

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute,

Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute,

The ladies won't pay you very much for this,

Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist,

You don't measure up to the expectation

When you're unemployed there's no vacation

No one cares, no one sympathizes

You just stay home and play synthesizers.

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure

Inner

Inner city

Inner city pressure

Inner city pressure