L.A. Times

I look around and all I see is pain and suffering

Reflected on the fifty facets of a diamond ring

Drippin' fae a haun, hingin' oot a yellow Lambo

Aviators to the haters

Fuck you all, I'm fuckin' Rambo

I walk the line, I walk the line, I walk the fuckin' line

I take the time, I take the time but there's no fuckin' time

TMI, TMI, fuckin' TFI

Now get me off this fuckin' rock before I fuckin' fry

And so it goes, and so it goes

And so it flows, and so it flows

Down, down to downtown

Down to the Pacific, to the Pacific

We're living in L.A. times

A litany of pity, pouring out of every pore

Until you find a strung-out junkie shitting on your door

And where there's one, you know there's gonna be a dozen more

911, lots of fun, here we, here we, here we go

Forty-four billionaires, and they're sittin' pretty

Counting crypto in their caves, high above the burning city

Mickey Mouse in the house

Peaceful sleep, filtered air

Pay your tax, anti-vax

Ginger Rogers 'mon the Dodgers

And so it goes, and so it goes

And so it flows, and so it flows

Down, down to downtown

Down to the Pacific, to the Pacific

We're living in L.A. times

All the tears you cry today

Are never gonna save you when it rains in L.A.

All the tears you cry today

Are never gonna save you when it rains in L.A.

All the tears you cry today

Are never gonna save you when it rains in L.A.

All the tears you cry today

Are never gonna save you when it rains in L.A.

Rains in L.A., rains in L.A.

Rains in L.A., rains in L.A.