Me and all my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong
I will lay me down In a bunker underground I won't let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants,
I've been sitting here patiently I've been talking too myself Trying to shake that sinking feeling Wishing I was somebody else And I know it's not easy
hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So, many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles
out of luck, nigga This is Los, this is Los Angeles Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
borracho y lo que sido Necesito amor y paz Estos son los dias de los angeles Estos son los dias Angel ven, ven, ven translation Days of the Angels Do not sleep my little angel
Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin' Burn my cash in Beverly Hills Gold card lover, accountants run for cover Gucci went and jacked up my bills Well
Runaways in a van All roads lead to Hollywood We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn Vandalize the neighborhood Do you remember when? We slept all day
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but
Just a gang of four, got each other's back Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack Tearin' up the world, put ourselves through hell Just to have a story
They opened up the door to my insanity They should've slammed it shut right then and thrown away the key They stitched up my head from my lobotomy They
one hundred thousand fallen Drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed This city full of plastic angels will seduce you Welcome to Los Angeles
I'm just a thorn in your side, the disrespect in your eye I can't control myself I'm like a snake in your drain, I'm takin' over your brain 'Cause I can
signed our life away Doesn?t matter what you think, we?re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
It feels like thunder We were slowly diggin' in It kinda makes me wonder About the lovers that have been Lyin' in my bed with her hands tied up I knew
I met her down at Marylin's grave Lookin' like an S 'n' M slave Drinkin' like a fool With a prison tattoo on her cheek Well, I knew that we would never
Step right up and listen, welcome to the show Sign on the X to sell your soul It's so automatic, hocking broken plastic Royalties you'll never know Rotting
What's it gonna take What's it gonna take to make it here? What's it gonna take to make it In the city of sin, yeah, city of angels? What's it gonna
