Barenaked Ladies

Words and Music by
Steven Page & Ed Robertson
Hello city....
Another night at the palace, 'cause there is nothing else to do.
The same people, the same drinks and
The same music, the same quicksand.
I think this harbor town is waist deep and sinking fast.
Chorus
Hello city, you've found an enemy in me.
Hello city, hello city.
Second night at the warehouse, and my mock turtleneck just reeks.
From the liquor room to the changeroom
To the doom and gloom of the hotel room,
I wish this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay.
(chorus)