Dogs Of L.A.

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member, with my beetle boots and my super-8
And I raced you to the top
The camera gets a stuttered shot of me approaching a painted shrine

I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry

Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again"

The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in, and I panned along
And I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein

I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry

Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again"
I wanna go again

The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again"



Credits
Writer(s): Liz Phair
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