He told all his friends that hes gonna move out to LA Burned his bridges, all of them, yeah Hes gotta move out to Cali Hes living in the sun The stars at night under em Underneath the overpass at Melrose and the 101 Thats just the way it goes Its not the city of angels Its the city ghosts Thats the way it goes So now hes living out here in Los Angeles As for his addiction, he said he could always handle it Hollywood downtown, he thought hed be famous In his madness he wallows around Its Babylon, its paradise, its the promise land Its Halcyon, its silicon, its meth cocaine and heroin Its Starbucks and its all looks, its all real life TV Its rusty scalpels and dirty needles, its surgery city Now he talks to himself alone out on skid row Looked around, there was no one else Is he laughing with the ghost of Marilyn Monroe? The Valley suit is shining on a smog alert hazy day The last time that I saw him he was down and out Down and out in LA
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