Everybody's Paris, Pt. 3

Did I really mean to do this? London and Rome feel sickeningly real Not everybody's Paris Where everybody wants to be a cat Everybody's Paris Everybody's France Everybody thinks this wasn't anybody's last chance Everybody wants Everybody gets cigarettes In a city of lights In a city that lights up Everybody wants to fall then get back up But all around you the dead stack up In everybody's Paris Look, just go to the end of the road then you back up A laboring angel needs a baby to be born To a young man with a horn In everybody's Paris The ceiling fan looks like a plan for a sky designed To cut you to shreds To tear you to pieces To tear you to pieces To tear you to pieces To cut you to shreds To tear you to pieces To cut you to shreds To tear you to shreds In everybody's Paris It's your city of lights It's your city that lights up Everybody's Paris Everybody's France Everybody thinks this was everybody's last chance To nameless, the named The blameless dead apples The last thing we need in this world Is something to sing about Everyone go right ahead, everyone shred Love is good but love can be wielded In everybody's Paris Where everybody haunts a haunted house Wherever you go, I wanted you there Ten feet in the snow An inch from the air in everybody's Paris Everybody's Paris Along the River Seine Swore I would never do this to you again