Inner City Pigeon

I can hardly recognize the place I grew up to know They push the old aside and let the new unfold It's those who hear the sound of re-modelled paradise At the hiss of a plastic surgeon's knife Sometimes I look through people's windows, babe I see them lonely with technology I see lovers going through the motions Hear them moaning and yearning, now I'm a city pigeon Flying through the city Inner city pigeon I'm always hot and bothered, and I'm ready And I'm never coming down No, I'm never coming down Inner city pigeon I ain't never coming down I saw people put their power on display Like pigs who shoot dark skinned men in the U.S.A They might be executive heroes amongst their friends But no soap will make their hands smell clean again Sometimes I fly by people's windows, babe I see them lonely with technology I see lovers going through the motions Hear them moaning and yearning, now I'm a city pigeon Flying through the city Inner city pigeon I'm always hot and bothered, and I'm ready And I'm never coming down No, I'm never coming down Inner city pigeon I ain't never coming down