This is your metropolis
A magic carpet in smoke
As you fetch your credit card
to hoover up the coke
And under the giant's footstep
there are folks who walk all places
Their headlights burn bright
but never get to the races
And I’ve heard you can dream big here
loosen the noose of the drag
But all I got was a concrete maze
that wouldn't withstand my flag
And think of all the lives cost from the Capital
Big decisions made in home furnishings
None of which are taxable
And I keep bumping into these agents
Who will kill for such belonging
And you blow your nose and get black blood
The proof that had you longing
And she left me for the city
a drooling dance to commute
Ronnie Wood tickled her in a lift
and she never looked so cute
She could finally rid herself of the old town
In to the city shroud
And I write this walking through Hyde Park
Trying to stay away from the crowd