An electric concrete fantasy
Where the billboards keep on warning me
That if I don`t keep moving, I`ll get stuck in this place
Where nobody gets out alive.
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,
A cemetry called Los Angeles.
The sun holds no regrets
The natives sway under arrest
As all the stars fall from the sky.
Now we`ve all sold our souls
We`re just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge.
What the hell we doing here
We`re everywhere
But no one`s here,
Bodies in motion, desperate motion.
The angels have all gone insane
I know I`ll never be the same so let it ride
We`re going for a ride.
Now we`ve all sold our souls
We`re just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge.
Now I watch those zombies celebrate
The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods.
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,
A cemetry called Los Angeles.
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,
A cemetry called Los Angeles.
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,
A cemetry called Los Angeles.
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,
A cemetry called Los Angeles.