| I’m in Los Angeles today…
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| It smells like an airport runway.
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| Jet fuel stenches in the cabin
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| And lights flickering at random.
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| I’m in Los Angeles today…
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| Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping
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| Even when the population’s sleeping.
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| And I can’t see why you’d want to live here.
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| I’m in Los Angeles today…
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| Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing
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| And he said «It varies from season to season, kid.»
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| It’s where our best are on display…
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| Motion picture actors' houses
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| Maps are never ever current
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| So save your film and $ 15.
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| And I can’t see why you’d want to live here.
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| Billboards reach past the tallest buildings,
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| «We are not perfect — but we sure try.»
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| As UV rays «degradate"our youth with time.
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| The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place
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| In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a,
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| I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts
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| For when the weigh me on my way out
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| (Here nothing is free).
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| The greyhounds keep coming
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| Dumping locusts into the street
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| Until the gutters overflow
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| And Los Angeles thinks,
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| «I might explode someday soon.»
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| It’s a lovely summer’s day
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| And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos.
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| (Is this the city of angeles or demons?)
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| Here the names are what remain…
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| Stars encapsulate the gold lame
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| And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.
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| You can’t swim in a town this shallow — you will most assuredly drown tomorrow. |