I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

I'm leaving my fingerprints It pass me by I'm leaving you my legacy I gotta make my mark I gotta run it hard I want you to remember me I wanna break the mold, I wanna break the stereotype Fist in the air I'm not going down with out a fight It's my life

Out of the dark Into the light Leaving my mark Free from the traitors gate The river shows no mercy The tower looms into my view I sense my execution's closing With darkness all around me The axe is ground to end my days