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Flight 409 - Inner City Pressure lyrics
Inner city life
 Inner city pressure
 The concrete world is starting to get you
 The city is alive, the city is expanding, living in the city can be demanding
 You've pawned everything, everything you own
 Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone
 You don't know where you're going, you cross the street
 You don't know why you did, you walk back across the street
 Standing in the sitting room totally skint
 And your favorite jersey is covered in lint.
 You want to sit down but you sold your chair
 So you, you just stand there
 You just stand there (you just stand thereeee)
Inner, Inner city, Inner city pressure (Inner city pressure)
 Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11
 From a quarter past six to a quarter to seven
 The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
 Hey man, I just want some Muesli.
 Neon signs, hidden messages
 Questions, answer, fetishes
 You know you're not in high finance
 Considering second hand underpants
 Check your mind
 How'd it get so bad? 
 What happened to those other underpants you had? 
 Look in your pockets haven't found a cent yet
 Landlord's on your balls
 Have you paid the rent yet? Flight 409 - Inner City Pressure - http://motolyrics.com/flight-409/inner-city-pressure-lyrics.html
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 Pressure
 Pressure
 So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute
 Just to pay for your lessons for learning the flute
 Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this
 Looks like you won't ever be a concert flutist
 You don't measure up to the expectation
 When you're unemployed, there's no vacation
 No one cares, no one sympathizes
 You just stay home and play synthesizers
 (Inner city pressure)
 Pressure
 Pressure
 (Inner city pressure)
 Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
 Inner, Inner City, Inner City Pressure (Inner city pressure)
 What are you searching for, hidden treasure? 
 All you'll find is- inner city pressure
 You've lost respect like a picture by Escher
 It's the pressure (Inner City Pressure)










