Elliott Smith
Fear City
Duration: 03:29
File type: mp3
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Bitrate: 320
Lyrics of "Elliott Smith — Fear City"
Dragged down into lowercase
Trying to get your cops to talk right They can't put the paper in your face
You're just trying to walk by So now I got a new game baby
No one's gonna recognize it
Your broken English over their flat, tired remarks
Still trying to bring some dead beauty back to life Isn't it pretty?
Yeah
I'm gonna see my city dead I can do everything that your man does, except for better Got no interest now in undressing your kids
With cheap angst love letters
You write your name in all of the places no one goes
Some can't be satisfied until everybody knows Isn't it pretty?
Yeah
I'm gonna see my city dead Isn't it pretty?
Yeah
I'm gonna see my city dead (come on) Isn't it pretty?
Yeah
I'm gonna see my city dead