Inner City Pressure Lyrics - Flight Of The Conchords - Flight Of The Conchords

Inner city life, inner city pressure 

The concrete world is starting to get ya 

The city is alive, the city is expanding 

Living in the city can be demanding 

You've pawned everything, everything you own 

Your toothbrush jar and a camera phone 

You don't know where you're going 

You cross the street 

You don't know why you did 

You walk back across the street 

Standing in the sitting room, totally skint 

And your favorite jersey is covered in lint 

You want to sit down but you sold your chair 

So you just stand there 

You just stand there 

You just stand there 

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Inner 

Inner city 

Inner city pressure 

Inner city pressure 

Counting coins on the counter of the 7-Eleven 

From a quarter past six till a quarter to seven 

The manager, Bevan, starts to abuse me 

"Hey man, I just want some Muesli." 

Neon signs, hidden messages 

Questions, answers, fetishes 

You know you're not in high finance 

Considering second hand underpants 

Check your mind, how'd it get so bad? 

What happened to those other underpants you had 

Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet 

Landlord's on your balls, "Have you paid your rent yet?" 

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Inner 

Inner city 

Inner city pressure 

Inner city pressure 

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute 

Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute 

The ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this 

Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist 

You don't measure up to the expectation 

When you're unemployed there's no vacation 

No one cares, no one sympathizes 

You just stay home and play synthesizers 

Inner 

Inner city 

Inner city pressure 

Inner city pressure 

Inner 

Inner city 

Inner city pressure 

Inner city pressure 

What are you searching for, hidden treasure 

All you'll find is 

Inner city pressure 

You've lost perspective like a picture by Escher 

It's the pressure