I was standing quiet, alone in a crowded disco
When a man I did not know showed me the door
And told me I had to go
Well, that kind of humiliation never happens on farm
That's why city living does the psyche such harm
And I said...

Fire escapes don't work until there's a fire
You gotta sleep on the floor
Live in the mud
There's no need to go higher
Once you taste a brick, you won't want more
Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' outdoors

Well, it did not take me long to realize my mistake
When garbage trucks messed up my dreams, I knew my dreams were fake
Don't know how people gonna live like this
Pigeons might enjoy it but I can't live in this mess, and I said...

Fire escapes don't work until there's a fire
You gotta sleep on the floor
Live in the mud
There's no need to go higher
Once you taste a brick, you can't chew and talk
Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' in a room the size of a shoe box

So, finally, all the wires and plastic got to me
Ideas and realizations were passing right through me
I did not take a train, a plane, or bus with wings
Man wasn't meant to fly
Besides, walking does the same thing: gets me outta here

Fire escapes don't work until there's a fire
You gotta sleep on the floor
Live in the mud
There's no need to go higher
Once you taste a brick, you won't want more
Saving sanity is a trick when you're livin' on someone else's floor

Hi, wassup, how you doing? It's good to see ya
What's your name again? I can't remember
Times up, gotta go

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER WELDON BALLEW