There's a line of cars
That stretches back
To where the sun comes up
And in the grey light
Across the city
The alarm goes off
All the bleary eyes
Stunned to see the morning calling
When they realize it's falling, falling
Falling, falling
The work girls
Are doing the flip-flop
Down the sidewalk
Too bored and doing their best
To avoid the crosstalk
While the sun beats down
It's way too hot for earning
And you look around it's burning, burning
Burning, burning
Things keep falling apart back in shaky city
Everybody's falling apart back in shaky city
And it will all come down
It'll all come down
Down on you

A line of cars
That stretches back
To where the sun goes down
With sharp words the drivers jockey
For another round
Though the night is cool
It's way too late for cooling
When you realize it's falling, falling
Falling, falling
Things keep falling apart back in shaky city
Everybody's falling apart back in shaky city
And it'll all come down
It'll all come down
Down on you