L.A.

Throw the saint in the fire, baby
Long day
Power's something you believe in, Something you gain
At 19 I was king, so supreme, down to Judea
Memory don't mean much to me, but still don't go away

High up in the Hollywood Hills, I'm barely awake
Got my arms around some clown, who's barely awake
Doesn't we look stupid now, tears trickle down our face
At 10 I light my first cigarette, and drive down to L.A
At 10 I light my first cigarette, and drive down to L.A

Some say fake it, I don't know, man
Stomp it, take it, cool it down baby
I've been trying to make it, for years and years and years
Watch them years go by on fire

Poor girl
Yeah baby, I remember saying
All this time, you barely know I'm alive
Yeah that's all, it's all or nothing at all

Ah my baby been a year since I been through
Got the fever so bad, I know you do too
Nobody needs to know, if we show up and I'm in town
Come around early, put your feet, we'll joke around

She looked so pretty, cigarette in her mouth
She'd grown mature, man she filled out
Come on baby, you know I'm trying to cut it out
But you're so bad, I'll never put you down

About five hours out of my wake up
About a mile fire to stop, I beg her
Fa la la la la, God fades them out
Blue eye, you lied, I miss you, that's all

Stop Joanne, stop Joanne, stop Joanne, stop Joanne
Stop Joanne, stop Joanne

Quick talk is like no talk, he can just space off, look in his eyes
Crocodile, detour, new tears they start in my eyes
Six star loaded rose-froze Black Star, you got off fine
It's ten o'clock you ought to stop the detour, you know baby it's time
Big talking, spaced off, you got your big man, he's fine
Because she told me, cross on back, the river's fine
Drop five dollar, you get the skinny girl, I get the real fire

That's all
Not me