My house smells just like the zoo,
It’s chock full of shit and puke!
Cockroaches on the walls,
Crabs crawlin’ on my balls!
Oh, but I’m so clean cut,
I just want to fuck some slut!I love living in the city
I love living in the city

I’ve spent my whole life in the city,
Where junk is king and the air smells shitty.
People puking everywhere!
Piles of blood, scabs, and hair.
Bodies wasted in defeat,
Young people dying on the streets.
But the suberban scumbags they don’t care,
They just get fat and dye their hair!

I love living in the city
I love living in the city

Great song by Fear, eh? Brings back memories of college for me… drinking cheap beer, smoking clove cigarettes and driving long distances in beat-up, old cars to see punk shows in some dingy, faraway venue (usually in the middle of a cornfield). But as nasty and abrasive as the lyrics were in that song, I personally couldn’t wait to actually LIVE in the city, once I was done with college and could move away from the parents’ nice prefab house in the suburbs. All my life I’d been intrigued by city living, and when my wife and I moved back to St. Louis from Kansas City (where we’d also lived in the central city), we immediately began looking for an apartment on the south side. That was in the spring of 1994, and we’ve been here ever since. As anyone who lives in the city and has close friends or relatives in the outlying suburban areas can probably attest, you often have to defend your decision to live in such a “dangerous” area. It used to come up quite frequently with some of my family members early on, but hasn’t really been an issue lately. Anyway, I wanted to post a link to this great blog entry on 15thWardSTL.org called “Why I Live Where I Live.” I think it pretty much nails it for my feelings on why I live in the city. Please check it out.