A spot in life gets intense It's just like rock and roll It's loud and fast and high energy It's hard to control I feel like a racecar driver In the midst of a path There's crashes and smoke and fire all around But my wheels are turning on the track, yeah This little girl comes down from the country Nature got a little depressing and she's looking for the last thing left If you're gonna act like that, you better get on the stage You're looking for something Try this I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city You called me on the telephone I hardly recognized your voice You asked me what I'm gonna do with my life You act as if I have a choice It feels like the end of the world But the scene is so hot I'm holdin' on to the wheel Holdin' on, on, on, can't stop, can't stop it This girl come to the club every night Straight from the candy store She wearin' silk and black plastic She got two-part leather spikes She slipped down to San Diego, but But then she heard something on the radio, and She moved up to Hollywood Where she can scream And she gets away with it, she said I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city I live in the city