No Peace, Los Angeles

Ice cracking, fickle junkie

Your girl calls

Where have you been last night?

Lover boy, where you been hiding?

No peace, Los Angeles

No peace, Los Angeles

Coming down, Wilshire Boulevard

Blurry stream of light

Radio, road sign and you are more awake

Than is possible

No peace, Los Angeles

No peace, Los Angeles

And the true dope on salvation is

Two weeks in a clinic and a public testimonial

You tell them kids, tell them not to hurt themselves

Speeding fast from who you are

No peace, Los Angeles

No peace, Los Angeles

Do this for the remembrance of me

Do this for the remembrance of me

Do this for the remembrance of me

Do this for the remembrance of me