Devil's Pups

Devil's the got pick of Devil's litter
He picks the heart of the south
Spreads his seed through the freeway
Down through the drains through the waterways
Pumps emptiness into the airways
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Devil picks the best of the litter
He clips their tails and ears
Pits them up against each other
And the shrewdest come up through the top
The heartless eat their way from the middle
The rest are sausage meat

La, La they're calling you home
Driving deep into home
La, La this is your home
La, La welcome home

Devil treats his pups with care
Distorts them with isolation
Twists them with poisoned water
Floods them with desperate immigrants

La, La they're calling you home
Driving deep into home
La, La this is your home
La, La welcome home

Devil picks his favorite from the litter and he names them just so
Calls the dark pups Santa Ana, Whitter, Pomona, Carson
He strokes the light pups Orange, West Hollywood, Glendale, La Verne
Pissing on his children then he laughs
Sending taproots out East to pump in the water
He strokes them with messages that sell
He are so lucky
You got hot & cold
Beaches and snow
Mountains and deserts
A land of plenty. And opportunity

La, La they're calling you home
Driving deep into home
La, La this is your home
La, La welcome home

Devil's pup return to his lap
They know nothing else
There they die
With dysentery
Diarrhea of the mouth
Dehydration, disillusionment, dementia
Crawling through the alleyways of the Islands
Scrapping for crystal cocaine
Sleeping in cold garages
Dreaming of immediate death - a relief



Credits
Writer(s): Dartmore Howell
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