L.A.

Everybody's walking down l.a.'s sunset strip

With their heads up in the air and leopards flying by

With a jack and coke snuffed up their nose

And a bottle of pain killers cruising through their veins

Don"t say hi to tommy unless you buy his tricks

"Cause all the right people just wanna lick his d***

There's no refuge in this jungle of canned up heat

With no exit down this one way blistering street

Third street junkies working late but when its time

They meet up at the rainbow, sipping lemmy's wine

Holding court with the kings of the past

Losing all interest in our future"s trash

Held together by a slipping concrete glue

Homeless run the stretch to the rock star zoo

Axl can"t be found "cause he's out of touch

"Cause all his real friends don"t care for him that much

Darby had it right when he blew his top

Criticizing all this s*** won"t never stop

So get up on your feet

And dance in bed

Or forever hold your peace

"Cause you've been dead l.a.

Rodney cruises teenage chicks in his gto

While holding out for cindy to pay his toll

While eminent kings are pushed aside

As eastside hippies kill l.a's vibe

X at the whiskey

The bags at the masque

Recognize your past

Don't fade away l.a.