Metropolis Blues from Four Hours by Spirit Level

All of my days I've preferred the city haze
and the skyscrapers growing like madness.
the neon and the steel, to me they did appeal
but lately I've taken to thinking

there's only one way out
the sirens start to scream and shout

Got to get out of the city
need somewhere I can be
If I don't get out of the city
there'll be nothing left of me.

One of these days I will get out of this place
and find somewhere untouched and empty
for now it's the sound of traffic underground
telephones ringing at me.

The shark with a face, oh he won't say grace
and I've got to get out of this place

Got to get out of the city
need somewhere I can be
If I don't get out of the city
there'll be nothing left of me.

Got to get out of the city
need somewhere I can be
If I don't get out of the city
There'll be nothing left of me!

• Rock
• prog blues folk rock
• Swansea