In Atlanta on the Interstate
You'd better not hesitate
Cause if you do
I'll bet my shoe
You'll have one hell of a scrape

In Atlanta the boys are hot
The way they wear their pants is not
Their waistbands drooping down to their knees
They look like crack addicts and pimps set free
Human civilization is going to rot

No matter how early you get up in the morning
The radio's always blaring out warnings
Every day someone dies
Every day the smog will rise
And the world goes on turning.




Copyright 2001