Stranger In A City
They ask, if I wrote something famous that they know
But all they know was brought to them, and paid for
They hear of homeless pop stars and rappers from the hood
But what they're really hearing is PR that's paid, so good
"Who told you this?
How do you know?
And where do you get this
Nonsense from?"
And I'm not here to lecture anyone
The choice is yours
There's no such thing as the chosen one
There's no such thing as the chosen one
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
They ask, if I'm for science or for God. Which one?
I think, the difference between the two is none
I write these, crazy words from an electric seat
In hopes that you will put my tunes on a repeat
"Who told you this?
How do you know?
And where do you get this
Nonsense from?"
And I'm not here to preach to anyone
You choose your path
There's no such thing as the chosen one
There's no such thing as the chosen one
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
Sun inside the Earth
First of Sins was done
Free will turned into curse
And now, I think, I'm done
Let's go back to the ninetys
Yeah, I'm very, very done
But all they know was brought to them, and paid for
They hear of homeless pop stars and rappers from the hood
But what they're really hearing is PR that's paid, so good
"Who told you this?
How do you know?
And where do you get this
Nonsense from?"
And I'm not here to lecture anyone
The choice is yours
There's no such thing as the chosen one
There's no such thing as the chosen one
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
They ask, if I'm for science or for God. Which one?
I think, the difference between the two is none
I write these, crazy words from an electric seat
In hopes that you will put my tunes on a repeat
"Who told you this?
How do you know?
And where do you get this
Nonsense from?"
And I'm not here to preach to anyone
You choose your path
There's no such thing as the chosen one
There's no such thing as the chosen one
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
I've turned the corner but cannot find my street
I'm outta words, so wise and witty
The building I live in is tall and brightly lit
But I'm a stranger in a city
Sun inside the Earth
First of Sins was done
Free will turned into curse
And now, I think, I'm done
Let's go back to the ninetys
Yeah, I'm very, very done
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lerman
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