Fall back, this place is a punch-drunk heavyweight
Ransacked, you can't help wondering
If this ain't nothing but a politician's piggy bank

Oh, you see how it goes
They built us a landfill and called it a chateau
Don't call City Hall
They're too busy testifying at each other's trials
But hey, that's the price of doing business
Right?

Big city's got small town insecurities
It struts, chest puffed out, but who's watching?
Scars out on display and talking too much

Somebody's locked in a cell
No charges, bail, or a hearing
But down at the tavern all's well
We are the city that works
We're gritty and real in a way
That with all their pretensions and quirks
You won't get in New York or LA
Okay?

It's all we know
Too tough to care, too scared to hope
All we know
We're not even close
In embracing our faults
We take our own measure
We'll answer the call
But at our own pleasure
What's a body or two as long as we stay on track?
And the unions will give you the shirt
Off of somebody else's back

God, I feel so alive
God, I feel so strong
Who really cares if I'm right if you can't prove me wrong?
And the sun's gonna shine on us all
On the north and the south and the west
And if we can't help but stumble and fall
Then we'll stumble and fall like the best
Oh yes