My heart is a muscle It pumps blood like a big old black steam train My veins are the tracks The city is my brain My stomach is the ocean It swallows up the sun at the end of a summers day My breathes like a breeze It blows all those storm clouds away My head is the city It house all the thoughts and secrets that I have And the mayor of the city Thinks the citizens ain't half bad My arms could be weapons Or instruments of love My legs are sky scrapers They tower above you