Omega - 20th Century Town Dweller

The land what you see, grows no flowers
The land what you see turned like this by soot
Above the roofs the sky is never clear blue
What else shall I say? About me, one sentence
"I am a 20th Century city dweller"

Here is the house, in it the people
I live here like many others
Sit front of the TV, I take beer from the cooler
Listen to stereo, I walk little by foot
I am a 20th Century city dweller

The park is this place where real grass grow
Can be watched but not permitted to step on
If I cried or cursed, although you sit on the next bench
You could not hear, here the trolleys go by
I am a 20th Century city dweller