Dragged down into lowercase

Trying to get your cops to talk right

But they cant put the paper in your face

You're just trying to walk by

So now I got a new game baby

No one's gonna recognize it

Your broken english over their flat, tired remarks

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 places 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