(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Baby, I'm an addict now An addict for your love And it's not what I mean I mean it's not what it seems I just keep living for dreams I was a stray boy And you was my best toy

Move I will to you If time stands still This was filmed Somehow I see you Move I don't want it babe Left the ranks of targets stuck Skies of blue and birds of yellow Flowers growing just to bloom A million chances of our glances

You're locked inside my heart Your melody's an art I won't let the terror in, I'm stealing time Through the eye of the needle I ain't ready I'll hold steady Take me down I'm feeling now And if I move on

What are you listening to Is it a cover band in some college town bar Where it's na-na-na's and air guitars Just a sad song playing on the radio station Tears still fall and hearts still breakin' Cause you're hanging on Or is it a love song about someone

Wine fi the money now You dun rich, you dun rich, gal Me nah leave you lonely Keep you by my side Nah make you walk in the sun baby Big fat Benz yah drive Gal ah Calabar beach Nigeria Jamaica Sandals The life weh me make you live

You find your own way 'cause there's more than one way home Ain't no right way, ain't no wrong Whatever road you might be on There's more than one way home And whatever road you might be on Well, there's more than one way home Daddy came around every

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. You can't do me, you can't do me, you can't do me the way you did before, 'Cause when you do, and when you do, 'cause when you do, you know I get so blue! When you do, and