Smokestack in a rainstorm
Long way to move on
I've chained here too long
No moon and sun gone
Rode up on a lifeline
Tracks up on a train line
Met dog on a bad luck
Black hole on a thin line
Bus ride on a greyhound
Waking up in a bad land
Warm hearts and cold hands
I can't sit and I can't stand
Thank God on a bad day
Bad job on a low pay
No right and no way
Be up again some day

Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain't nothin' too pretty
Way down in the city

Wife dead on a gun boke
Way stop the gun jokes
Man rush the bad smoke
I get sick on a no joke
Green house of big heat
Dead trees and dead meat
Fast food you can't eat
Stuff kids dead beat
I don't free the hostage
Bank raid 'n get rich
Fuel pumping oil slick
Black gold that you dig
Six feet and gravestone
Testify
I burned up on a gun run man you know I
I just can't get satisfied

Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain't nothin' too pretty
Way down in the city
Scream

Way down

Straight down a states street
Hot tub and a hair grease
Dark brown and big freeze
Bad trouble and police
Street blacks and switchblades
No sense a crusade
Long tail and no place
This land that God made
White world of moonshine
Black bear of bad time
I lost sight and I've gone blind
Last chance of a lifetime
Black deuce of love stone
White rose a milestone
Sat down a unknown
Last stop to headstone

Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain't nothin' too pretty
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Hah
Ain't nothin' too pretty
Yeah
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Way down in the city
Ain't nothin' too pretty

Way down in the city
Way down in the city