Los Angeles (The Myth That Builds the Empire)

I know it’s time to leave but I just can’t get dressed

It feels like there’s an anvil sitting on my chest

My friends and family say that I just need a rest

But that’s all that we do here in Los Angeles

Los Angeles

The martinis and those classy Johns really took me in

But those Grand Hotels just get passed on to next of kin

It’s the myth that build the empire we’re living in

If you want the truth straight up I’d recommend the gin

Cause my feet feel heavy

And my head feels hazy

Damn straight that’s heady

But it’s making me lazy

Los Angeles

She’s got three jobs but none that she will mention

There’s no pride anymore in making a living

Everyone I know is an exception

Hit the thrift store with the gifts that you’ve been given

My mama says you’ve got to act your age

But that age is just a relic from another place

I’ll settle down Mama when my dreams all fade

I’ll settle down Mama when the colors change in

Los Angeles

Los Angeles