Load a clip and the machine gun sprays
The survivors walk around in a daze
It’s a kick if you can just survive
Another day, another blood red sunrise
Greasy streets and grease paint smiles
If you go out, then you go on trial
It’s a crime to breathe and a crime to scream
Another vision of the death of the American dream
The city never lies
The city never dies
The city never rests
So get undressed
And fallen angel, fly
We don’t need warmongers to start a war
We fight for turf and we fight for whores
Catatonic and gin in the city of sin
Where everybody wonders what might have been
The city never lies
The city never dies
The city never rests
So get undressed
And fallen angel, fly
Fallen angel fly
So pass the ale and pass the ammo
Drink your toast and paint on camo
I remember the look in my lover’s eyes
When the angels claimed her and my heart died
The city never lies
The city never dies
The city never rests
So get undressed
We ride to the top of Angeles Crest
And fly
Fallen angel fly
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