Fear City

Fear City - Elliott Smith (艾略特·史密斯)

Written by：Smith Steven P.

Dragged down into lowercase

Trying to get your cops to talk right

They can't put the paper in your face

And 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