Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down

I Put One On The Turntable And When The Needle Dropped, I Was Stunned - Didn't Know Whether I Was Stoned Or Straight.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.