Lyrics : W. Axl Rose/Steven Adler/Chris Weber/Duff McKagan/Saul Hudson/Jeffrey Isbell
Music : W. Axl Rose/Steven Adler/Chris Weber/Duff McKagan/Saul Hudson/Jeffrey Isbell
You pack your bags and you move to the city，
There's something missin' here at home，
You fix your hair and you lookin' real pretty，
It's time to gettin' out on your own，
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa，
Your family life is one big pain，
When you gonna move to the city，
To the city where it all began，
You gotta move, you gotta move，
Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move，
You stole your mamas' car，
And your daddys' plastic credit card，
You're sixteen and you can't get a job，
You're not goin' very far，
You're always fightin' with the teachers and the police，
This life is much too insane，
When are you, you gonna move to the city，
To the city where it all began，
You gotta move, you gotta move，
Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move，
To the city with the real nitty gritty，
Aw child ain't it a pity，
Sometimes it gets too shitty，
Come on and hit me，
You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty，
At least you get to do what you please，
You do what you gotta do for the money，
At times you end up on your knees，
Always buyin' with the local desert junkies，
This city life is one big pain，
But you, you had to move to the city，
To the city where it all began，
You gotta move, you gotta move，
Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move，
To the city with the real nitty gritty，
Aw child ain't it a pity，
Sometimes it gets too shitty，
Come on and hit me。