Flight Of The Conchords: Inner City Pressure

Inner city life, inner city pressure
The concrete world is starting to get ya
The city is alive, the city is expanding,
Living in the city can be demanding,
You've pawned everything, everything you own,
Your toothbrush 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 just stand there
You just stand there
You just stand there

Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure

Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11,
From a quarter past six til a quarter to seven
The manager Bevan starts to abuse me
"Hey man, I just want some Muesli."
Neon signs, hidden messages,
Questions, answers, 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 your rent yet?"

Inner
Inner city
Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute,
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute,
The ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this,
Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist

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
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 perspective like a picture by Escher
It's the pressure