Well I feel so blue it's like I'm stuck to the chair with glue What can you do I feel so tired it's like I never ever sleep at all But who can help me at all? Well I see your city really loves you Alright, every night The president Oh so alone I see he sits In regret in everything he's done But don't feel bad for him Cause he's part of the prob-el-em Between the free and their freedoms Well I see his city still really loves him Alright, every night, yeah Well I see his city still really, really loves him The cigarettes that you smoke you know they'll kill you dead In 20 or 30 or 40 years from now But it's all that jazz that boggles my mind As I sit by and watch you fall down, yeah But I see my city still really loves me Alright, alright... yeah yeah Well I see my city still really... reallly loves me Alright