The land what you see, grows no flowers
The land what you see turned like this by soot
Above the roofs the sky is never clear blue
What else shall I say? About me, one sentence
"I am a 20thCentury city dweller."
Here is the house, in it the people
I live here like many others
Sit front of the TV, I take beer from the cooler
Listen to stereo, I walk little by foot
I am a 20thCentury city dweller
The park is this place where real grass grow
Can be watched but not permitted to step on
If I cried or cursed, although you sit on the next bench
You could not hear, here the trolleys go by
I am a 20thCentury city dweller.