One Great City Lyrics - The Weakerthans

Late afternoon another day is nearly done 

A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one 

A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground 

That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor 

And in the dollar store the clerk is closing up 

And counting loonies trying not to say 

I hate winnipeg 

The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late 

Crowded riders' restlessness enunciates 

The guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway 

The same mood every day 

And in the turning lane 

Someone's stalled again 

He's talking to himself 

And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase 

I hate winnipeg 

Up above us all 

Leaning into sky 

Our golden business boy 

Will watch the north end die 

And sing 'i love this town' 

Then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim 

"I hate winnipeg"