Their City

	作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
	We hide
	As their sidewalks crawl diseased
	The ever-shopping hopping fleas
	Their engines hum the sun's reprise
	We rise
	To skies punctured with stars
	She steers us through her Dogpatch bars
	A barback nods, he's one of ours
	As they sleep
	Their city is awake and wide
	Their city is awake and wide
	We're aching inside, aching
	Mistakes are waiting
	To take me for a ride
	My blood finally thick enough to drive
	Marianne, last touch: 5:45
	The highway's already alive
	With the khakis teeming with caffeine
	To coax the cursor 'cross the screen
	The nervous tic-talking machine
	All the lights go green
	For me, Lord Legless, and my Sacred Rose queen
	Ah - my Marianne
	Tell your old man
	We're nothing
	Ah - my Marianne
	Tell your old man we're nothing serious
	From Lower Haight
	To Sea Cliff Estates
	Sped past their finest
	Yet gave no chase
	Brought our feast (their city)
	Of Mission grease (their city)
	To freeze our tits off (their city's awake)
	On Baker Beach (their city's awake)
	We rolled back to Polk (you rolled a smoke) (their city)
	You killed the beams (and then I spoke) (their city)
	Marianne I'm half his age
	I'm half the man
	Tell your old man
	We're nothing serious

	zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
	We hide
	As their sidewalks crawl diseased
	The evershopping hopping fleas
	Their engines hum the sun' s reprise
	We rise
	To skies punctured with stars
	She steers us through her Dogpatch bars
	A barback nods, he' s one of ours
	As they sleep
	Their city is awake and wide
	Their city is awake and wide
	We' re aching inside, aching
	Mistakes are waiting
	To take me for a ride
	My blood finally thick enough to drive
	Marianne, last touch: 5: 45
	The highway' s already alive
	With the khakis teeming with caffeine
	To coax the cursor ' cross the screen
	The nervous tictalking machine
	All the lights go green
	For me, Lord Legless, and my Sacred Rose queen
	Ah my Marianne
	Tell your old man
	We' re nothing
	Ah my Marianne
	Tell your old man we' re nothing serious
	From Lower Haight
	To Sea Cliff Estates
	Sped past their finest
	Yet gave no chase
	Brought our feast their city
	Of Mission grease their city
	To freeze our tits off their city' s awake
	On Baker Beach their city' s awake
	We rolled back to Polk you rolled a smoke their city
	You killed the beams and then I spoke their city
	Marianne I' m half his age
	I' m half the man
	Tell your old man
	We' re nothing serious