[Lyrics for Flight Of The Conchords – Inner City Pressure]
Inner city life
Inner city pressure
The concrete world is starting to get you
The city is alive, the city is expanding, living in the city can be demanding
You’ve pawned everything, everything you own
Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone
You don’t know where you’re going, you cross the street
You don’t know why you did, you walk back across the street
Standing in the sitting room totally skint
And your favorite jersey is covered in lint.
You want to sit down but you sold your chair
So you, you just stand there
You just stand there (you just stand thereeee)
Inner, Inner city, Inner city pressure (Inner city pressure)
Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11
From a quarter past six to a quarter to seven
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
Hey man, I just want some Muesli.
Neon signs, hidden messages
Questions, answer, fetishes
You know you’re not in high finance
Considering second hand underpants
Check your mind
How’d it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you had?
Look in your pockets haven’t found a cent yet
Landlord’s on your balls
Have you paid the rent yet?
Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
Pressure
Pressure
So you think maybe you’ll be a prostitute
Just to pay for your lessons for learning the flute
Ladies wouldn’t pay you very much for this
Looks like you won’t ever be a concert flutist
You don’t measure up to the expectation
When you’re unemployed, there’s no vacation
No one cares, no one sympathizes
You just stay home and play synthesizers
(Inner city pressure)
Pressure
Pressure
(Inner city pressure)
Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
What are you searching for, hidden treasure?
All you’ll find is- inner city pressure
You’ve lost respect like a picture by Escher
It’s the pressure (Inner City Pressure)