Unfair
by Pavement
From the album: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
Duration: 02:33
Lyrics for Unfair
Down in Santa Rosa over the Bay Across the grapevine to LA We've got deserts, we've got trees We've got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly Walk with your credit card in the air Swingin' nunchakus like you just don't care This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me And when I suck your kisses, it's ours Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch And to the bottom of the Tahoe Lake Manmade deltas and concrete rivers The south takes what the north delivers You film hack, I don't use your fade Lost in the foothills on my bike Drinking Euro, say goodnight To the last psychedelic band From Sacto, Northern Cal From Sacto, Northern Cal Take it, neighbor, you're my neighbor And I need favors, you're my neighbor You've done me favors 'cause I'm your neighbor I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash