Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m killing the clock
Los Angeles, carry me home

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m breaking the plot
Los Angeles, carry me home

I’m coming out of hibernation
And this is my first song
I’ve still got the fascination, darling
I’m still convinced I’m wrong

But trauma came out
He came out singing
Better step back ‘cause the trap door’s swinging
Better clear out ‘cause you’ve caught me feeling strong

From Lincoln Avenue to Montecito Heights
York Boulevard shining like the Kingdom of Lights on the west side
The east side: Figueroa is a poem
I’m alone

Spot me

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m seizing the block
Los Angeles, carry me home

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m king of the rot
Los Angeles, carry me home

Inside’s suicide
Fate of the nation
What?
You gonna get me once I’m outside facing the nation?
What?
You gonna get me now?

Live radio is telling me that out there is open war
But I am rested and ready, so test me
You’ve made me leave home

Spot me

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m killing the clock
Los Angeles, carry me home

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m breaking the plot
Los Angeles, carry me home

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m seizing the block
Los Angeles, carry me home

Los Angeles
You better get your money back
I’m king of the rot
Los Angeles, carry me home

Once I’ve got it
I’ll never release it
(There’s a light)
Once I’ve got it, it’s never gonna leave my hands

Once I’ve got it
I’ll never release it
(There’s a stage)
Once I’ve got it, it’s never gonna leave my hands

Once I’ve got it
I’ll never release it
(There’s a light)
Once I’ve got it, it’s never gonna leave my hands

Once I’ve got it
I’ll never release it
Once I’ve got it, it’s never gonna leave my hands