| Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
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| He must have died instantly, he felt no pain
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| A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun
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| Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| Sirens wail in the concrete
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
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| Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door
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| Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk
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| As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say
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| «He must have had it comin' to him anyway»
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
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| Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume
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| The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes
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| Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon
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| Which way do the signposts read
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| African eyes in the sunrise
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| The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering
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| The violence of the evening decays into the night
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| While shadows press like moths against the neon light
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| Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze
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| While libertines read pornozines in street cafes
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| The madman swings in the pulpit
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| Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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| Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh |