Big City
by Operation Ivy· from Energy
Concrete and chaos rise up
Spiderweb across the land
Like a giant rash.
Forests lie down below
Foundations of buildings in a bed of ash.
Some people here got it real good,
'Cuz the glass towers bring prosperity.
Other people starve in tne street
Because concrete knows no sympathy.
Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.
This town, it's fucking insane :
How one will starve and another will gain.
Like a giant mechanical brain,
And the people are cells and the streets are veins.
It thinks only of itself,
A thousand limbs crawling it expands and grows,
And still the concrete sits there,
Sits there, stark grey and cold.
Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.
And I think I wanna be a brick layer.
So I can put another brick in the wall.
It's sanitary, rational, happy and sane.
Growing like a flower to surround us all.