In the big city. Where the lights are low. Cold dirty ground. Where the rivers don't flow. Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away. In the big city. Where the kids will come cheap. And monsters prowl and never sleep. Don't cross the road if you haven't got the time of day. Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride. I know she's out there somewhere. Selling all we got but I don't mind. In the big city. You can walk a thin line. Your mother won't know that you do a bit of crime. Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time. In the big city. Where it's hard to see the sky. And the black earth trembles when the trains go by. And the bums on the corner tell you gently. To fuck off and die. Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride. And I'm stuck here selling papers. And spitting on the ground when you walk by. In the big city. You can dance all night. Only if you're clean and the lads are not uptight. Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight. In the big city. Where the suits don't look you in the eye. Learn how to laugh you'll be planning when to die. And don't expect any favours from the cars passing by. I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride. Well I don't mind matching colours or parking people's cars. And telling little lies if that's alright. In the big city.