other cities

there's nothin' like the feeling of the plane flight homeward;

the way my stomach dips when the landing gears lowered;

because no matter how many miles that i wander;

the bay bridge curves like a smile on the water;

i'm like

what up missy?

tell me you were missin' me;

with this pretty city skyline lit up like a christmas tree;

the buildings shimmering like pinky rings from tiffany's;

every time i witness it i have a damn epiphany;

that this is me! this is where i've got the richest history;

stacked with six or seven memories on every single street;

i never missed a beat;

i'm soaked in city pride;

and me oh my

this foggy sky got me misty eyed;

there might be other cities half as raw as ours;

out in some distant galaxy among the stars;

we don't play tiny violins over minor things;

we slide into the ring takin' tyson swings;

because this city will defend our fuckin' pride

and raise each other up like simba in the lion king;

we're not shy;

i ain't no coy coward;

i'll be doin' trust falls offa coit tower;

my boys on the ground floor providin' man power;

but if i die now

mix me into clam chowder;

put me in a bread bowl

feed me to the seagulls;

but not the freakin' tourists;

i'm sure they're peachy people;

i guess i'm just a purist;

it isn't oil

but there's somethin' in the water

and it's got me feelin' diesel;

there might be other cities half as raw as ours;

out in some distant galaxy among the stars;

ain't no love

in the heart of the city;

ain't no love

in the heart of town;

ain't no love

in the heart of the city;

ain't no love

in the heart of town;

ain't no love.