Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jesus in LA , by - Alec Benjamin. Song from the album These Two Windows, in the genre ПопRelease date: 28.05.2020
Record label: P2020
Song language: English
Jesus in LA |
| Well, I shook hands with the devil |
| Down on the south side |
| And he bought us both a drink |
| With a pad and a pencil, sat by his side |
| I said, «Tell me what you think» |
| I’ve been looking for my savior |
| Looking for my truth |
| I even asked my shrink |
| He brought me down to his level |
| Said, «Son, you’re not special |
| You won’t find him where you think |
| «You won’t find him down on Sunset |
| Or at a party in the hills |
| At the bottom of the bottle |
| Or when you’re tripping on some pills |
| When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen |
| Packed a bag and ran away |
| And it’s a crying shame you came all this way |
| 'Cause you won’t find Jesus in LA |
| And it’s a crying shame you came all this way |
| 'Cause you won’t find Jesus in LA» |
| Took a sip of his whiskey |
| Said, «Now that you’re with me |
| Well, I think that you should stay |
| Yeah, I know you’ve been busy |
| Searching through the city |
| So let me share the way |
| «I know I’m not your savior |
| Know I’m not your truth |
| But I think we could be friends» |
| He said, «Come down to my level |
| Hang out with the devil |
| Let me tell you, in the end… |
| «You won’t find him down on sunset |
| Or at a party in the hills |
| At the bottom of the bottle |
| Or when you’re tripping on some pills |
| When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen |
| Packed a bag and ran away |
| And it’s a crying shame you came all this way |
| 'Cause you won’t find Jesus in LA |
| And it’s a crying shame you came all this way |
| 'Cause you won’t find Jesus in LA» |
| And that is when I knew that it was time to go home |
| And that is when I realized that I was alone |
| And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away |
| And I don’t care what they say |
| You won’t find him down on sunset |
| Or at a party in the hills |
| At the bottom of the bottle |
| Or when you’re tripping on some pills |
| When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen |
| Packed a bag and ran away |
| And it’s a crying shame you came all this way |
| 'Cause you won’t find Jesus in LA |
| I won’t find him down on sunset |
| Or at a party in the hills |
| At the bottom of the bottle |
| Or when I’m tripping on some pills |
| When they sold me the dream, I was just sixteen |
| Packed my bag and ran away |
| And it’s a crying shame I came all this way |
| 'Cause I won’t find Jesus in LA |
| And it’s a crying shame I came all this way |
| 'Cause I won’t find Jesus in LA |