Move to the City (Acoustic Version) (1986 Sound City Session)

(At the west coast junkie

An east coast monkey

Got an elephant dick under my arm)

You pack your bags

And you move to the city

There's somethin' missin' here at home

You fix your hair

And you look real pretty

It's time to gettin out on your own

You're always fightin'

With your mama and your papa

Your family life is one big pain

When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?

To the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move

Look out

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child you gotta move

You stole your mama's car

And your daddy's plastic credit card

You're sixteen and you can't get a job

You're not goin' very far

You're always fightin'

With the teachers and the police

Your social life is too insane

When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?

To the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move, oh yeah, yeah

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child you gotta move

To the city with the real nitty gritty

Aw, child, ain't it a pity?

Oh, yeah yeah

I said yeah

You're on the streets

And it ain't so pretty

At least you get to do what you please

You do what you gotta do for the money

At times you end up on your knees

'Cause you're always fightin'

With the local and the junkies

This city life is one big pain

When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?

To the city where it all began

You had to move, you had to move, oh yeah, yeah

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Honey you had to move

Into the city with the real nitty gritty

Aw, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me!