作词 : Beck

Seventeen years in the city

Static clinging to the ceiling

Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected
Bright cops and cheerleaders

Eyebrows painted on their heads

A mouthful of rotting cavities

Drinking coca cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected

Shot in the leg

Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The skies are fire
The drums are beating
Pistols and jeans

Left for dead

Left for dead

Left for dead

Dead are fire