look at the city
sinking like a ship
look at that tired river boil
look at that chain
of cars piling up
look at that city of toil
a rich man is cursing
behind the wheel
of a jacked up cadillac benz
an ambulance crawling
crippled by the traffic
while the indifferent night descends
a playground full of children
the laughing sound of children

sirens in the city
but lord how I love this town
sirens in the city
but lord how I love this town

crime in the streets
it's almost more than I can bear
it happened again last week
but nobody seems to care
and I ride
I ride across the river
I visit my poor old ma
ride the subway back into
manhattan
oh buddy
there's no such thing as the law
so who's gonna save the
children?
who's gonna save the children?

sirens in the city
but lord how I love this town
sirens in the city
but lord how I love this town

you know I went out to make it better
and what thanks did I get?
six long years
across the bridge of tears
well you ain't seen nothing yet
you ain't seen nothing yet

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