Los Angeles

(Album: Los Angeles - 1980)

She, had to leave
Los angeles
All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too
She started to hate every nigga and jew
Every mexican that gave her lotta shit
Every homosexual and the idle rich
Idle rich
She had to get out, get out
Get out, get out
Get out, get out

She gets confused
Flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red
Cause the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant

She had to leave
Los angeles
She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
She bought a clock on hollywood blvd the day she left
It felt sad, it felt sad
It felt saaaaaaad
She had to get out, get out
Get out, get out
Get out, get out

She gets confused
Flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red
Cause the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant