Summer in the City
There are frightening sounds outside my door
The sounds of people screaming
They want someone to acknowledge them
In the twilight's last gleaming
They see themselves as victims, yeah
They feel crushed down into dust
They all want what they got coming
It's liberty or bust
Well the outrage is growing louder
Fists are pumping in the sky
They wanna know just what's going on
They don't wanna hear a lie
They are sick of all their leaders
They wanna toss 'em in the trash
They are sick of empty promises
It's all balderdash, yeah
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
There are terrible scenes all across this land
Scenes of people hating
The cops are shooting up the innocent
With no signs of abating
It is summer in the city
There is rioting in the street
Everywhere there's a showdown
And no one's gonna retreat, yeah
These are scary times for one and all
And no one is scott-free
There's a feeling of outrage, anger and dread
Like never before in history
It is black versus white, it is them versus us
Who will be the last one standing
And who will be under the bus, yeah
The sounds of people screaming
They want someone to acknowledge them
In the twilight's last gleaming
They see themselves as victims, yeah
They feel crushed down into dust
They all want what they got coming
It's liberty or bust
Well the outrage is growing louder
Fists are pumping in the sky
They wanna know just what's going on
They don't wanna hear a lie
They are sick of all their leaders
They wanna toss 'em in the trash
They are sick of empty promises
It's all balderdash, yeah
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
There are terrible scenes all across this land
Scenes of people hating
The cops are shooting up the innocent
With no signs of abating
It is summer in the city
There is rioting in the street
Everywhere there's a showdown
And no one's gonna retreat, yeah
These are scary times for one and all
And no one is scott-free
There's a feeling of outrage, anger and dread
Like never before in history
It is black versus white, it is them versus us
Who will be the last one standing
And who will be under the bus, yeah
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Writer(s): Eliot Wilder
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