L.A. Murder Motel

Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel

He wears a mustache, he's been through hell

He used to sing love in the sixties

Now he churns out crap through a million of CDs

Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel

Cocaine walls and prison cells

Trashed-up dolls piled in the laundry

Big mustache is sugar-free

Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel

The devil climbs out of the well

Big mustache runs in a frenzy

For the devil starts to eat his chili

Drunk and wrapped around in plastic

Drunk and wrapped around in plastic

Drunk and wrapped around in plastic

He's drunk and wrapped around in plastic

L.A. is the fucking game to play

L.A. is the fucking game to play

L.A. is the fucking game to play

L.A. is the fucking game to play

L.A. gets you down on your knees

L.A.'s spreading like a disease

L.A. is the fucking game to play

L.A. is the fucking game to play