They know what’s beautiful
They know what tastes well
Insalata mista in the caves of Matera
No profit in sight so life’s a living hell
No shelter at night but the souffle came out well
Oh, come to this place you know the A.C. works just fine
Turn down your fate you know we whistle while we
Climb, climb, climb
While we climb, climb, climb
They came for Luca in nineteen fifty three
The children cried as they threw away the key
We are not just cavemen, we sing and paint and pout
You can keep the new thing, we don’t need water spouts
Oh, come to this place you know the A.C. works just fine
Turn down your fate you know we whistle while we
Climb, climb, climb
While we climb, climb, climb
Oh
Rome’s broken and beautiful
New Yorks’ an idea
Prague is so serious
Chicago never fears
Every word’s a jailbreak in the good ole’ USA
We demand apologies when there’s nothing left to say
Oh we laugh out loud but Paris gets the joke
We dance on bibles
Three lashes with the rope, rope, rope
While we climb, climb, climb
Climb, climb, climb
Climb, climb, climb
(oh climb)
(While we) climb, climb, climb
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Gideon King & City Blog Lyrics – Broken and Beautiful