Flicking Cigarettes at the Sun

In the jet fuel dawn Of a runway town The sun is a spectacular orb Perched upon the ground Yesterday haunts all your tomorrows Flicking cigarettes at the sun One more spark ought to see it done Eucalyptus flames Flickering through the streetcar names Block after block Coffee's in the pot Clock on the wall's about to drop Fare thee well Los Angeles Your shuddering breath Your ever-lingering death Awkward and cruel I wish you Götterdämmerung Los Angeles Here it is Your flaming Dead Pool In Bay City Waves pull away thе sands Grain by grain Fare thee well Los Angelеs