The CITY
Music and lyrics by Emily Coyle and Grant Staines
Life’s a bad hand and I’ve been dealt my game
Oh - a child of the Queensland, where the king’s a fool
But we must love him, just the same
But we’re too hypnotised by paradise and suburban dreams to realise
The trouble that would come our way, when Daddy dared to disobey
He said “Listen to me, this city is not what it seems,
This city is broken and mean, and it’s coming for us, bearing down from above,
So run, run for your life, run to survive, run from these city lights.
Oh, these lights
So run, run for your life, run to survive
Run from these city lights, these lights
VERSE TWO
Life’s a grand hand, when you rule the game
I’m the king of the Queensland, rigged the vote so it stays that way
Make no mistake I’m on the take; keep my people fed with cake,
Keep my methods on the down and low, so they wont ever know that all the Kings men
and their stepford wives, have all been hypnotised,
By my nightly news of lies, I televise each night at five
I said “Listen to me, I’m your majesty, don’t doubt my authority
Now don’t you worry about how this all came about or I’ll make you run, run for your life
And if you compromise my perfect crime, I’ll turn out these city lights, these lights”
So run, run for your life, run to survive
Run from these city lights
VERSE THREE
Life’s a straight hand when the stars align
For the council of the queen who shone the moonlight on your crime
Watch them clutch their crowns, as the cards come down
And all the bags of cash we found won’t get you out of this one … of this one …
Well it’s bad news for the coalition of the criminals and the politicians
Fitzgerald’s come to town, he’s gonna bring these self-appointed Sirs
Down to their knees, begging please, please, oh, begging please …
Please, wont you let me
Run, run for my life, run from my crime
Run from this paradise
Please let me run, run from these
City lights