PIECE OF THIS PLACEnWell it’s a run-down kind of a placenWhen the summer comes bynYou can almost live alivenCause there’s girls all over the placenAnd the boys drive by nPlaying hip hop on the hi-fi. nnCause we’re hipnCause we’re notnEvery body wants a piece of this placenCause we’re hipnCause we’re notnEverybody wants a piece of this placenEverybody wants a piece of this placenEverybody wants a piece of this placennRun-down kind of a placenWhere the sun seldom shinesnAnd the girls are hard to findnAnd the nights get harder to facenWith the cold clean lines nPlaying havoc on your mind all daynnCause we’re hipnCause we’re notnEvery body wants a piece of this placenCause we’re hipnCause we’re notnEverybody wants a piece of this placenEverybody wants a piece of this placenEverybody wants a piece of this placennWhat happens when thenTourists move away?nCouncil will get shittynRename it Leonard Cohen CitynDry your eyesnDry your eyes…