[Verse 1]
The ploughman comes to Cheekbone City
He stares down at the limousines
He stares up at the smoke-glass towers
He pulls his money-belt one notch in

[Chorus]
Cheekbone City
Cheekbone City

[Verse 2]
He considers the women's ankles
Their fine fine fine hair
Fingers the change in his pocket
He scratches his ear

[Chorus]
Cheekbone City
Cheekbone City

[Verse 3]
In the bar he speaks to no one
He nods around the room and smilеs
Already tasting tomorrow’s headache
And еvery one of those bumpy miles
[Chorus]
Cheekbone City
Cheekbone City
Cheekbone City
Cheekbone City