Written by: Bucky Driedger/Matt Schellenberg

I'm growing old in the city
All the birds [bad word] scared
But I am sitting pretty
On the fence that they once had

And oh, oh, oh!
Oh the dirt! Oh the [bad word]  Oh the sweat! Oh the blood!
Oh! Oh! [bad word] out

Called the police department
About the poison air
That's filling our apartment
And crawling up the stairs

And oh, oh, oh!
My lungs are caving in
And oh, oh oh! 
We breathe it out

I'm growing old in the city
Every light a yellow dare
That flickers round my body
And begs to strip us bare

And oh, oh, oh!
All the greed, all the lust, all the grit, all [bad word] Oh! Oh!
Is seeping out