LA

If it's true

Oh, what they say

That good things come to those who wait

Well then how exactly do you explain

All those poor, dumb bastards in LA

They came for stardom

They came for fame

Now they've got holes inside their brains

From freebasing cocaine

All those poor dumb, bastards in LA

They're ghosts of robots

Complacent pawns

And all the girls have implants

And they're all blonde

There are no sunsets, there are no dawns

In that sad, sad place they call LA

(Take it away, Nick. Do a whistle solo!)

[whistling]

They came for stardom

They came for fame

And they've got holes in their brains

From freebasing cocaine

Those poor, dumb bastards in LA

Those poor, dumb bastards in LA

In that sad, sucky, shithole they call LA

[whistling]

(I hope that whistle solo picked up.)