Song parody of
Their City
by The Matches
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We hide
As their sidewalks crawl diseased
The ever-shopping hopping fleas
Their engines hum the suns reprise
We rise
To skies punctured with stars
She steers us through her Dog-patch bars
A bar-back 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
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
As they sleep
Their city is awake and wide
Their city is awake and wide
We're aching inside, aching
Mistakes are waiting
Take me for a ride
All the lights go green
For me, lord legless, and my sacred rose that queen
Ah, my Marianne
Tell your old man
We're nothing
Ah, my Marianne
Tell your old man we're nothing serious
From lower height
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 (their city)
And half the man
Tell your old man (their city)
We're nothing serious
We hide
As their sidewalks crawl diseased
The ever-shopping hopping fleas
Their engines hum the suns reprise
We rise
To skies punctured with stars
She steers us through her Dog-patch bars
A bar-back 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
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
As they sleep
Their city is awake and wide
Their city is awake and wide
We're aching inside, aching
Mistakes are waiting
Take me for a ride
All the lights go green
For me, lord legless, and my sacred rose that queen
Ah, my Marianne
Tell your old man
We're nothing
Ah, my Marianne
Tell your old man we're nothing serious
From lower height
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 (their city)
And half the man
Tell your old man (their city)
We're nothing serious
