Handsome Furs Hate This City
Dan Boeckner
woke up with blankets and buildings with jaws
stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon
we wish for night-time, a darkening screen
hoping the heart is just a machine
oh, there was home (x2)
this one is vicious, a sinister lean
we haunted the staircase where small ghosts have been
we knew that heaven was stretched out and wide
pinned to the sky, pinned to the sky
oh, there was home (x2)
oh, life is long and hollow (x4)
we hate this city and its drone (x4)
so black out a million screens
and wires up the floor
baby we can get you anything you want
anytime you want
but you'll wonder what its for
so black out a million screams
and wire ourselves to the floor
baby we can get you anything you want
anytime you want
but you'll wonder what its for