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.