Inner City Pressure - Live in London

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
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 Inner city
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 Inner city pressure
 Counting coins on the counter of the 7-Eleven
 From a quarter past six till 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?"
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 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
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 Inner city
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 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