Fear City

Elliott Smith · New Moon [2007]

Dragged down into lower case

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

You're broken [Incomprehensible] over their flat tired [Incomprehensible]

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 place 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