The Insincerity of the City

Posted on Jan 18, 2012

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He walks through a rainy street
Avoiding the gaze of all he meets
He smells the falseness of them he sees
To him it’s the insincerity of the city

So he heads on away to a bolt-hole he knows
Where he can be himself and feels no lows
He’ll drink and eat, be merry with friends
Unfortunately though these few hours will end

He walks through a rainy street
Avoiding the gaze of all he meets
He smells the falseness of them he sees
To him it’s the insincerity of the city

Back to the grind he heads back to
Where the insecurity hits him true
His colleagues talk behind others backs
Humanity and self-respect is what they lack

He walks through a rainy street
Avoiding the gaze of all he meets
He smells the falseness of them he sees
To him it’s the insincerity of the city

He hopes soon for his day to be done
To get out of the office to home and fun
Away from these fools who would sell their Gran
For a few silver coins in their hand

He walks through a rainy street
Avoiding the gaze of all he meets
He smells the falseness of them he sees
To him it’s the insincerity of the city

To him it’s the insincerity of the city
To him it’s also the insecurity of the city

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