作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
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