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Life In The City

Michael Franti & Spearhead
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Michael Franti & Spearhead


Some say you only get so many breaths
When they're gone you meet your maker
Some people always try to cheat their death
but when it comes
you just can't shake it
Some people try to make a deal to get
a little bit more but they try to take it
Some of them just end up in debt
When they're called they try to fake it
but one morning the clock will chime
an no more birds come flying in by
and tempertures keep rising higher
16 bullets come flying by
ai yi yi put your hands up high
Cause ya never know how long ya gonna live till ya die

They can hit you with a missle
Hit you with a bomb
Hit you with the law and try to take your home
Break into your house in the middle of the night
Track you on a phone by satellite
Stopped anytime you're in your car
and search your body and search your home
and listenin' in on your phone calls
Still no politician got enough balls
Lining up people up against the wall
When the truth comes out all hell will fall
and someday Gauntanamo will fall
Until that day we all ride on
ai yi yi put your hands up high
cause ya never know how long ya gonna live till ya die
That's life in the city
That's life in the city yeah
That's life in the city
Mad world in the city (chorus)

Some holdin on
so damn gone
Their whole life living with tv on
Then the radio play the same ten songs
Set your clock by which ones on
and watching the news
try to see what's wrong
Find somebody else to blame it on
Hope they never come and research you
'cause your grandmother was an immigrant too
So if you love somebody better tell them so
Cause you never ever ever know when they gonna go
If they love you back just give thanks
Can't keep love like money in the bank
You never know, you never know
It's gonna get you



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