Letra de Clay

I heard a siren sing
On a dogwood tire swing
And I watched my neighbors play
Don't count the years today
Take back and survive it
Rocking chair
I sensed your animal rights to die there
Count the fingers that are down, down
And I hate the big time, hate the downtown
Loaded heavy as a finance truck
Faces follow, please don't call my luck
A shriveled prune nailed to a chair
The bitter pits that never care
They ruined your likeness
Rocking chair
I sensed your animal rights to die there
Count the fingers that are down, down, down, down, down
And I hate the big time, hate the downtown
I hate the city, hate the downtown
I hate the city, hate the downtown
I hate the city, hate the downtown
I hate the city, hate the downtown