Somebody's City Songtext

von Yahwe Mutabo

People on the underground sit silent as their tubes arrive on time
With faces like immortal stone suppressing what they really feel inside
But who am I to criticize, I'll close my eyes and I'll just keep on walking
Somebody's city, somebody's life
Somebody's city, somebody's life

Smokestacks pointing to the sky and oil forever floating on the river
Impairing all the beauty God created in this life for you and me
But what the hell do I care, I'll pretend it isn't there and I'll keep on walking
Somebody's city, somebody's life

Even outside you find the rush hour's on
You're getting pushed everywhere, you're jammed in doorways
Man, it's so hard to move
Smoke fills the air, my lungs are turning to coal
It's getting so hard to breathe, I'm sorry lady if I'm leaning on you

[trumpet solo]

I feel the time will surely come when everyone will put their hands together
And pray the rain might wash away the filth that we've donated to this land
But in-between what can be done, you dig your graves while I just stand there looking
Somebody's city, somebody's life
Somebody's city, somebody's life
Somebody's city, somebody's life