NO IDEA (A. Molloy)

No idea why I still live here in this city
Flowers bloom and everything is pretty - - - that's not true
Certain people bring me down 
Narrow minded mothers run this town
No idea why I still live here in this city

Man, I've got the middle class blues and I just can't shake 'em
'cos out in the suburbs they take your lives and they break them
Sittin' here beside the phone
Now I wanna feel those higher highs and lower lows

Everyone's a rock 'n' roll star but they just don't know it
Maybe you can find it out or maybe you can outgrow it
Crime and beauty's where it's at
I wanna hang around with human trash
Now that I'm a rock 'n' roll star I think I better blow it