I pick up the paper
For the late night news
I try reading between the lines
To see if it's true
But everything in there is just
Black and white
There ain't no grey area
It's justified right
In the city
Things ain't always as they appear
In the city
They only tell ya what they want ya to hear
How's it looking baby?
A little quid pro quo?
I ain't doing nothing
If you ain't got the dough
I see all them girls
They're just walking on by
I know I can't get em but hell
I still try
And get beat up
In the neon lights
And I get nostalgic
For the workers rights
In the city
Things ain't always as they appear
In the city
They only tell ya what they want ya to hear
I wait for the morning
At the Government center
I gotta pick up
An official letter
And I walk on up
To the secretary's desk
I make her smile