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We hide As their sidewalks crawl diseased The ever-shopping hopping fleas Their engines hum the sun's 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 To 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 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 I'm half the man Tell your old man We're nothing serious |
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