Grey in L.A.

When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way

Cause there's way too much sunshine round here

I don't know about you I get so sick of blue skies

Whenever they always appear

And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down

On my carport roof made out of tin

If there's a flood then there's gonna be mudslides

We all have to pay for our sin

And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads

And the freeways will all start to clog

And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised

When your whole house smells like your wet dog

When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way

It reminds you that this town's so cruel

Yeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglasses

But really you're one more fool

And I'm just a chump

And this whole town's a dump

We came out here to dump all our dreams

Of making it big but we're stuck in a sig alert nightmare

That's just how it seems

And I suppose Laurie David sure knows

All those cars we drive heat up our earth

And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies

And brush fires can sure curb your mirth

Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah OK I should stay here

There's no place that's better i know

For a wannabe star stuck in a car

On a freeway with nowhere to go