Lyrics Los Angeles - The Pack a.d.

Los Angeles

Wake up Los Angeles
I’m looking great
Fell on the street last night
Right on my face
Climb in my picture car
And hit the lights
Woke up in hospital
I think I died
Do what you want
If you look good it won’t mean a thing
Wake up in my own sweat
You move too fast
You smile off camera
Somebody laughed
Let’s make a video
Of all your teeth
I’ve gone hysterical
You can’t compete
Do what you want
If you look good it won’t mean a thing
Wake up diaphanous
And future dead
It’s all rhetorical
And in my head
This movie’s terrible
And vaguely real
My acting’s optional
It’s my appeal
Do what you want
If you look good it won’t mean a thing