When you're unemployed, there's no vacation
The city is alive, the city is expanding
Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist
Standing in the sitting room
Inner, inner city, inner city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven
You pawned everything, everything you owned
Neon signs, hidden messages
Totally stint and your favorite jersey is covered in lint
You want to sit down but you sold your chair
You just stay home and play synthesizers
Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone
Landlord's on your balls, "Have you payed your rent yet?"
Questions, answers, fetishes
Inner, inner city, inner city pressure
Inner, inner city, inner city pressure
You've lost perspective like a picture by Escher
So you, you just stand there, you just stand there
You walk back across the street
So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute
No one cares, no one sympathizes
Pressure, pressure
It's the pressure, pressure
Inner, inner city, inner city pressure
Inner, inner city, inner city pressure
What happened to those other underpants you had?
Living in the city can be demanding
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute
You know you're not in high finance
You don't know where you're going
Pressure, pressure
Considering second hand underpants
Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this
All you'll find is inner city pressure
You cross the street, you don't know why you did
Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What are you searching for, hidden treasure?
You don't measure up to the expectation
(You just stand there)
Hey man, I just want some muesli
