Oh, some Simon says,
You act like the waterbug,
Who eats the cat food,
Underneath the sink,
And on your free time,
You burn down the laundromat,
'Cause the clothes don't,
Fit us anymore,
And locked in your mind,
The debutant sighs,
Says, "hey that's some fine,"
"City living."
Do the mice yearn for peace?
Or do they wish to be a predator?
Squeaking up to eat you,
As you sleep,
Nom, nom, nom,
A rodent Rodin?
A bloody sculpture,
Better check the seams,
Locked in your mind,
The debutant sighs,
Says, "hey that's some fine,"
"City living."
And you've got a lot to say,
So step right up to the microphone, microphone,
And you drink the problem away,
But looking at you, it's here to stay.
And you say you know,
Baby is tired,
Cars are for hire,
And Bushwick's on fire,
You know in our life,
We're living with liars,
Until we expire,
And Bushwick's on fire.
I've had a very long day,
I've had enough of my attitude, attitude,
You think the problem's at bay,
Please realize we are here to stay.
You say you know,
Baby is tired,
Cars are for hire,
And Bushwick's on fire,
You know in our life,
We're living with liars,
Until we expire,
And Bushwick's on fire.
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen
Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste....more