In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you

But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool

I wanna say, I wanna tell you

About the young ideas

But you turn them into fears

In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright

And those golden faces are under 25

They wanna say, they gonna tell ya

About the young idea

You better listen now you've said your bit-a



And I know what you're thinking

You're sick of that kind of crap

But you'd better listen man

Because the kids know where it's at



In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms

And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man

We wanna say, we gonna tell ya

About the young idea

And if it don't work, at least we said we've tried



In the city, in the city

In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you