City life won't let up while you're waiting for the light to change

Steel-boned high-rise growing from the ground below
Hard-hat hammer crew beating to the radio
Vertical guns, the skyscrapers shoot at the sun

City life won't let up while you're waiting for the light to change

Half-baked traffic snake creeping in the evening sun
Clogged-up fast lane clears and the day is done
Everyone's gone: some went to Hell, some went home

City life won't let up while you're waiting for the light to change

From Victims of the Age
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