As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguise As the dirt in the skies of the city Well they say the proximity warps their minds Until they're shooting one another just pass the time And we live it appears Both in spite and in fear of the city I was constantly told How our lives were controlled by the city How they keep us in debt With the trends that they set it's a pity Now the beautiful people in the magazines Got the normal ones living beyond their means And the things that they said Made me go in my head to the city When I finally came There's some things still the same in the city You still lie under the thumb Of the rich and the young and the pretty Well they weren't much different than we might act If there was that many others that closely packed It's an ancient idea But it struck me so clear in the city