Inner City Blues Songtext / Lyric

Going down a dirty inner city side road

I plotted

Madness passed me by, she smiled hi

I nodded

Looked up as the sky began to cry

She shot it



Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn

A cold fact

Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag

Won't go back

Coz Papa don't allow no new ideas here

And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear, yeah



Well Mama, Papa, stop

Treasure what you got

Soon you may be caught

Without it

The curfew's set for eight

Will it ever all be straight

I doubt it






7 jealous fools playing by her rules

Can't believe her

He feels so in between, can't break the scene

It would grieve her

And that's the reason why he must cry

He'll never leave her

Alright



Oh now, crooked children, yellow chalk

Writing on the concrete walk

Their king died

Drinking from a Judas cup

Looking down but seeing up

Sweet red wine

Coz Papa won't allow no new ideas here

And now he hears the music

But the words don't sound too clear, yeah



Well Mama, Papa, stop

Treasure what you got

Soon you may be caught

Without it

The curfew's set for eight

Will it ever all be straight

I doubt it



Going down a dusty, Georgian side road

I wonder

The wind splashed in my face

Can smell a trace

Of thunder

Alright



Oh the wind splashed in my face

Can smell a trace

Of thunder



He feels so in between, can't break the scene

It would grieve her