Inner City Pressure - Flight Of The Conchords (Lyrics)

Inner City Pressure Flight Of The Conchords Series One - Episode Two - Bret Gives Up The Dream 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 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