Goodbye, Los Angeles
You can keep your disdain
I tried your style
But couldn't stand the shame

Too many power lines
Too many power plays
[staccato thumps]
Too many powerful dreams I watched broken each and every day

  And every night
      (up 1/2 step) Every angel falls

I'd rather live under an overpass
In Minneapolis
Then stay another midnight here
Dodging flaming, falling bliss

The traffic here is killing me
Though I can't afford a car
But the sun keeps on roasting me as I crawl along the tar

  Counting bodies
  Where (^0.5) every angel falls

So long, Los Angeles
A hex on your shores
No regrets that I can't comprehend
Now that you've lost your allure

Too many palm trees
Too many palms out
Too many palms shoved into my face, each and every one, represents how

  Every day
  Every angel falls