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

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

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