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 pawned everything, everything you owned   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 stint 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 there)      Inner, inner city, inner city pressure      Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11   From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven   The manager, Bevin, 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 payed your rent yet?"      Inner, inner city, inner city pressure   Inner, inner city, inner city pressure      Pressure, pressure      So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute   Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute   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      Pressure, pressure      Inner, inner city, inner city pressure   Inner, inner city, 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, pressure      Pressure, pressure