Hey you looking over there
With your pin stripe suit and your jet black hair
How’s LA treating you?
How’s LA treating you?
Your face doesn’t look so pretty now
Does it? Tell me 1, 2, 3
Mini skirts make enemies
While sidewalks paint memories
Imagination yes, but a pulse you’re kidding
Your face doesn’t look so pretty now
Does it? Tell me 1, 2, 3

I can be just as vague as them
With four letter words that don’t mean anything
In a city where success is sold separately
I have nothing to look forward to
It’s a metrocity
1, 2, 3, emergency
It’s a metrocity
1, 2, 3, emergency
Push the red go, push it down
And when the world burns
Your city will be the first one down
And when their exploded body parts
Can’t sell palates anymore
What will the world be then?

Neon lights hide faux socialites
To better mask their bruises
It this simple scene that sells debauchery to a syndicated audience
Your satellite is selling you out again
But no one likes to read the fine print

These city lights make me so uncomfortable
Packaging plastic is the art of being rich and famous
Your satellite is selling you out again
But no one likes to read the fine print



Lyrics submitted by psycho_polo19

Metrocity song meanings
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