Two dollar tips and the lipstick cigarettes

Get yourself a job with your fingertips

Too many tickets for the backseat matinee

Two hours later and you're looking for another face

Don't ask for love

Don't ask for pity

Don't ask for me

Welcome to the city



Four hundred dollars bus a room in the city

With a whole lot of people and a hole in the ceiling

Freeze in the winter, die in the summer

Seventeen kids next door without a mother

Hey, if you see me coming up the stairs

Please don't confuse me with someone who cares



Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby

I'm really...



You got some letter, it's a recommendation

Your best friend's ex sent a copy to the station

And he knows some agent through a distant realtion

An inside connection with a map and directions

Ah, too bad you came

Too bad you waited

Too bad for you

You're over-educated



Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby

I'm really glad



Don't ask for love

Don't ask for pity

Don't ask for me

Welcome to the city