The Matches

The Matches - Their City lyrics

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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 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

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 tat 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 (their city)

And half the man

Tell your old man (their city)

We're nothing serious
                   
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