Move to the City-Guns N' Roses

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 you papa Your family life is one big pain! When 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 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 You need to get a new 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!