A spot in life gets intense
It's just like rock and roll
It's loud and fast and high energy
It's hard to control

I feel like a racecar driver
In the midst of a path
There's crashes and smoke and fire all around
But my wheels are turning on the track, yeah

This little girl comes down from the country
Nature got a little depressing and she's looking for the last thing left
If you're gonna act like that, you better get on the stage
You're looking for something
Try this

I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city

You called me on the telephone
I hardly recognized your voice
You asked me what I'm gonna do with my life
You act as if I have a choice

It feels like the end of the world
But the scene is so hot
I'm holdin' on to the wheel
Holdin' on, on, on, can't stop, can't stop it

This girl gotta come every night
Straight from the candy store
She wearin' silk and black plastic
She got two parks on her spikes

She slipped down to San Diego, but
But then she heard something on the radio, and
She moved up to Hollywood
Where she could scream
And she gets away with it, she said

I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city

I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city
I live in the city