a rolling stone waiting to be set in motion

Big City by Operation Ivy

Concrete and chaos rise up
Spiderweb across the land
Like a giant rash.

Forests lie down below
Foundations of buildings in a bed of ash.

Some people here got it real good,
'Cuz the glass towers bring prosperity.
Other people starve in tne street
Because concrete knows no sympathy.

Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.

This town, it's f'n insane :
How one will starve and another will gain.
Like a giant mechanical brain,
And the people are cells and the streets are veins.

It thinks only of itself,
A thousand limbs crawling it expands and grows,
And still the concrete sits there,
Sits there, stark grey and cold.

Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.

And I think I wanna be a brick layer.
So I can put another brick in the wall.

It's sanitary, rational, happy and sane.
Growing like a flower to surround us all.