Urban Man By Godzilla

Do you know the frustration of the Urban Man?
Broken pen in hand.
Forced to deal and scam.
Sit up straight when you drive past the man.....
Urban man.

His pride lost to past that's hazy.
His dreams still runnin'
But he's grown lazy.
Everybody wants to give you hand,
Urban man.......
But it never quite reaches.

His comfort found in many things,
But mostly just pretty glass and smoke rings...
Like dark clouds come and go on a rainy day...
His future is both bright and gray.

Just waiting for the world to end...
Urban man?
Gods fist to slam!
Wouldn't that be grand?
Armageddon's Biggest Fan.
The Urban man

But after all, can you break away,
And fly above the gray.....
Go west urban man
To the front lines
Or maybe live in the pines.

But then again
What would that change?
Urban man.
Here or there you do what you can.