My city sleeps by the side of a freeway, the city scraps
And winter time she wore a yellow coat
Now there's nothin' on her back
If a building falls you wouldn't care to notice unless you were in it
Then no one cares about climbin' stairs, nothin' at the top no more

Outside trippin' in the broken city
Outside trippin' in the broken city, I watch a millionaire crack
Outside trippin' in the broken city
Outside kickin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that

Now the snow falls down like it's fallin' on an ocean
Dead and empty by the railroad tracks where they used to go and come
Now they don't come back
You can heal the rust, goin' up the throughways
Down the alleys where they stole this town from the frontier
I can see 'em tryin' to steal it back

Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside trippin' in the broken city, I watch a millionaire crack
Outside kickin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside trippin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that

Now the sun won't shine on this part of the map
Anymore
When it's cold outside I see it hide behind the smokestacks
No thin roses, no goldrush, no miner, no revolution they'd hire
And the shipyard is a graveyard, no one will be trying to find him

Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside kickin' in the broken city, I watch a millionaire crack
Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside kickin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that
(There's nothin' wrong with that)
(Outside trippin' in the broken city) Writer/s: BRAD WILK, CHRIS CORNELL, TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, TOM MORELLO
Publisher: Hipgnosis Songs Group, Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing
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