Tytuł: City of angels

• Wykonawca: The Distillers
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Its going down tonight in this town
   Cause they stare and growl
   They all stare and growl
   I take a scar everytime i cry
   Cause it aint my style no it aint my style
   Going down to the gravel head to the barrel
   Take this life and end this struggle
   Los Angeles come scam me please
   Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am
   With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
   Stripped of the right to be a human in control
   Its warmer in hell so down we go
  
   They say this is the city
   The city of angels
   All i see is dead wings
  
   Its a ghost town rabid underworld
   Dionysian night vitriolic twilight
   A mirage comes up it never ends
   Once you get burnt youre never the same
   Left behind erased from time
   Aint no decency in being boxed up alive
   Look around aint no R.I.P. signs here
   We dont rest in peace
   We just disappear
  
   So here we are Los Angeles
   No angels singing in your valley of unease
   I watch the sun roll down the pacific
   Over hookered sunset strip
  
   Theres a black moon tonight
   Aint shining down on the western neon lights
  
   They say this is the city
   The city of angels
   All i see is nothing