L.A. Song

She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late
She got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried
And she tried
And she tried
But nothing's dear in a bar full of flies
So she takes
So she takes
So she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She says

Man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town and outta L.A.

She's gotta gun
She's gotta gun
Shes got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right bye the phone
Don't leave no message cause this ain't no home
And she cried
And she cried
And she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed
Then she laughed
Then she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back
She said

Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get out of this town
Outta this town and outta L.A.

It's all she loves
It's all she hates its all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends or where the good life begins
So she took a train
So she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man he took her in
Then fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied
'Cause he lied
'Cause he lied
He lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed
So she screamed
So she screamed
I'ts a different place
But the same old thang
It's all I love It's all I hate It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it beings or if the good life lies within
So she said

Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So I'm goin' back to L.A.