And you can barely see the road out through the sheen
Everybody's tryin' ta make ends meet
They got 'em packed in tight, they got 'em linin' the streets

It's getting cold out in the city
We're all alone out in the city
There's no room to move, there's no room to breathe
You end up shakin' your head and grindin' your teeth

There's a kid out pumpin gas in the freezin' cold
There's a man who's gotta work until he's eighty years old
There's a rich woman yellin' on her telephone
She's never had a job she's got a beautiful home

It's getting cold out in the city
We're all alone out in the city
There's no room to move, there's no room to breathe
You end up shakin' your head and grindin' your teeth

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