Living in the city can be a gas
If you know what you do and watch your a**
When the pusher man comes up in your face
Ignorance is bliss but just in case he tries
To stand in your way tell him no thank you have a nice day
'Cause you don't want him to get mad
The result of a confrontation could be sad for you
So just go along your way
And when you cross the street make sure to pray
'Cause the taxi drivers can get real crazy
And the cops they sometimes get hazy
While they sniff that coke off the dash
And then crash oh my god another mistake
Now you're flat just like a pancake
Now when you make it to the other side of the street
The one-armed beggar man with no shoes on his feet
Will ask you for a nickel or a dime
To get some coffee or a bottle of wine
That's when you give it up
There's another on his way
Another s**a is born everyday
Another s**a, another sad s**a
Another s**er, is born everyday
Pitch man in his Mercedes stops at the light
All of the ladies are looking real s**y
Trying to impress they are the best
I like the ones in the coffee houses
The way they give sloppy jobs through my trousers
They get hot drink decaf then they're off
So I guess I'll spend another night with your wife
Go back home pick up the phone and have your phone s**
The next best thing to being there
'Til I get my bill oh well yeah it was a thrill
While it lasted, but now you better turn up the stereo
And blast it to try and drown out the sound of my neighbors getting nasty
Another s**a, another sad s**a
Another s**a, is born everyday
But still I like the city in the summertime
Thrash gods wailing, they got me feeling fine
You see the brother lookin' like a broomstick
Once looked slick But he wouldn't put a rubber on his dick
Now his life's an open sore
And all his fine clothes they don't fit him no more
His body's at the tailor bein' fitted for a suit
For a noisy celebration
Another s**a, another sad s**a
Another s**a, is born everyday