Breathing My Air

Making my way to the station
But there's a crowd in my way
Of limousines and tuxedos
In the heat of the day

They've got this TV awards show
I change my direction
Cross over the street

Finding it hard just to stay cool
With all this garbage laden under my feet

I've got to get out of the city
Sometimes it's all too much to bear
It's hard to even exist at all
When someone else is breathing my air

(Uh, uh, uh uh)

The blackened stains on the corner
The garbage bags in a row
(No, no, no, no, no, no)

Someone's laid out on the sidеwalk
I've no where еlse left to go

Stepping over the homeless
Avoiding the stench
Bury my nose in my sleeve

Feeling the frustration
Trying to make the station
Just need some air to breathe

I've got to get out of the city (Oh yeah, oh no)
Sometimes it's all too much to bear (Oh yeah, oh no)
It's hard to even exist at all (Oh yeah, oh no)
When someone else is breathing my air (Oh no)

The smell of perfumes and sewage
A crowd of jerks on the phone
Not bad enough just to hear them
I have to smell their cologne

So many people in my way
All at one time
And they're all in one place

Same old dumb expression
(?) regression
Written all over their face

I've got to get out of the city (Oh yeah, oh no)
Sometimes it's all too much to bear (Oh yeah, oh no)
It's hard to even exist at all (Oh yeah, oh no)
When someone else is breathing my air (Oh no)

I've got to get out of the city (Oh yeah, oh no)
Sometimes it's all too much to bear (Oh yeah, oh no)
It's hard to even exist at all (Oh yeah, oh no)
When someone else is breathing my air (Oh no)