In

the

ci-

ty

there's

a

thou-

sand

things

I

want

to

say

to

you

But

whe-

ne-

ver

I

app-

roach

you,

you

make

me

look

a

fool

I

wan-

na

say,

I

wanna

tell

you

A-

bout

the

young

i-

deas

But

you

turn

them

in-

to

fears

In

the

ci-

ty

there's

a

thou-

sand

fa-

ces,

all

shi-

ning

bright

And

those

gol-

den

fa-

ces

are

un-

der

twen-

ty

five

They

wan-

na

say,

they

gon-

na

tell

ya

A-

bout

the

young

i-

deas

You

bet-

ter

lis-

ten

now

you've

said

your

bit

a,

go!

And

I

know

what

you're

thin-

king

You

still

think

I

am

crap

But

you'd

bet-

ter

lis-

ten,

man

Be-

cause

the

kids

know

where

it's

at

In

the

ci-

ty

there's

a

thou-

sand

men

in

u-

ni-

forms

And

I've

heard

they

now

have

the

right

to

kill

a

man

We

wan-

na

say,

we

gon-

na

tell

ya

A-

bout

the

young

i-

dea

And

if

it

don't

work,

at least

we

said we've

tried

In

the

ci-

ty,

in

the

ci-

ty

In

the

ci-

ty,

in

the

ci-

ty

In

the

ci-

ty

there's

a

thou-

sand

things

I

want

to

say

to

you