作曲 : 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