All on top of the world, while you sit and dream You won't find a cure, for what you received It's such a game, so many ways to lose You hold a piece, but you don't aim to please C'mon dealer, and push it to me No beach in reach out here, No resort to ski out here, The sand is all paved, The hills are all leveled Free base the city smog for kicks And it makes you sick, yeah sick of it Another day tomorrow, maybe City livin' they call it crazy Well, I'll stick with my gang and hold on to my gun In hopes of some violent fun And you're getting sick, Well, I'm loving it He's on top of the world and yeah, You want it to be you Yeah, I know All on top of the world and yeah, Yeah, You want it to be you Yeah, I know In the city You can try but the rain don't stop for you Such a disease out here So little to believe out here No rules, they're what you make them Protect yourself in favor the thrill of another night Getting sick, sick of it Another day tomorrow, maybe City livin' we all go crazy I'll stay alive, I don't know if it's true, When you play you sometimes lose And you're getting sick, I'm loving it