Inner city life   Inner city pressure   The concrete world is starting to get you   The city is alive, the city is expanding   Living in the city can be demanding   You pawned everything, everything you owned   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      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 paid your rent yet?"      Inner   Inner city   Inner city pressure   Inner   Inner city   Inner city 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 flutist      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   Inner city   Inner city pressure