Move to the City lyrics

You pack your bags and you move to the city.

There's somethin' missin' here at home.

You fix your hair and you're lookin' real pretty.

It's time to get it out on your own.

You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa.

Your fam'ly life is one big pain!

When are you, you gonna move to the city?

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move! You gotta move!

Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma time you gotta move.

You stole your mama's car

and your daddy's plastic credit card.

You're sixteen and you can't get a job,

you're not goin' very far.

You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police.

This life is much too insane!

When are you, you gonna move to the city?

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move! You gotta move!

Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma time you gotta move.

Right to the city where the real men get it.

Aw, child. Ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty.

Come on and hit me.

You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty.

At least you get ta do what you please.

You do what you gotta do for the money;

at times you end up on your knees!

I'm always buyin' with the local and the junkies.

This city life is one big pain!

But you, you had to move to the city.

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move, you gotta move

Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma time you gotta move.

Oh, right to the city with the real nitty-gritty.

Aw, child. Ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty!

Come on and hit me!

• Artist:Guns N' Roses
• Album:GNR Lies (1988)