Speeding between two walls
A sense of living without control
Among the ranks, the saints, the skanks
We're all on the move
Circling the edge of this cage
Closer to the finish line but farther from the stage
Forget the sun and forget that we live under it
The sky's the limit, isn't it?
I'm in L.A. all over again
I'm in L.A. all over again
Dry highway runway
All practical, no design
And it's high time
It's high time
Fascinated by the ugliness of it all
There's car stalls, strip malls
Forget the sun and forget that we live under it
I'm in L.A. all over again
I'm in L.A. all over again