Paroles de L.A.

Let's blow this taco stand This cultural wasteland L.A., I've taken all I can Your sunshine burns me Your traffic drives me Crazy You beautiful women All legs and silicone They're custom-built for sin Every day at the gym, Work out, stay thin Oh my, just Look at the shape you're in Never mind about the nights out drinking The cocaine binging The lack of thinking Whoa, my brain is shrinking, Everyday Surfer boy rock out But the witch I can do without This is no place for me, There's no doubt Pale skin and good taste My mind is a shame to waste Oh Lord, there must be a better place Where the streets ain't paved with gold Where twenty-five ain't considered too old Where they've got weather that's hot and cold Whoa, L.A. getting old (x4)