From the farm as a child I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguised As the dirt in the skies of the city I was told the proximity warps their minds Until they're shooting one another just to pass the time And we live it appeared Both in spite and in fear of the city I was constantly told How our lives were controlled by the city How they keep us in debt With the trends that they set it's a pity How the beautiful people in the magazines Got the normal ones living beyond their means And the things that they said Made me go in my head to the city Well I learned when i came That there's some things still the same in the city You're still under the thumb Of the rich and the young and the pretty Well they weren't much different than we might act If there was that many of us that closely packed It's an ancient idea But it struck me so clear in the city