LA Runaways

The ashes are glitter, the aftermath gold

The curtain is torn, and the cities made whole

The billboards are fossils kept by the sky

Selling their goods to the ghosts of 1999

The victory broadcast still lingers mid-air:

"Hollywood's orphans are back in her care!"

The alleys are all red carpets tonight

We're kings and we're queens, we're the fallen on high

So raise up the lights, raise up your birthrights

and LA runaways, call your homes tonight

The third world was fragile, the first made of stone

Our fathers would wrestle theirs angels from home

You were my Esau, my brother, my kind

I rode on the pegs of your new two-wheeler bike

I stole your birthright, I stole your life

Now I've come for forgiveness, to reconcile

Celebrity mansion, open your doors

Your latchkey grandchildren are wrinkled and worn