L.A.

Throw the saint in the fire, baby Long day Power's something you believe in, Something you gain At 19 I was king, so supreme, down to Judea Memory don't mean much to me, but still don't go away High up in the Hollywood Hills, I'm barely awake Got my arms around some clown, who's barely awake Doesn't we look stupid now, tears trickle down our face At 10 I light my first cigarette, and drive down to L.A At 10 I light my first cigarette, and drive down to L.A Some say fake it, I don't know, man Stomp it, take it, cool it down baby I've been trying to make it, for years and years and years Watch them years go by on fire Poor girl Yeah baby, I remember saying All this time, you barely know I'm alive Yeah that's all, it's all or nothing at all Ah my baby been a year since I been through Got the fever so bad, I know you do too Nobody needs to know, if we show up and I'm in town Come around early, put your feet, we'll joke around She looked so pretty, cigarette in her mouth She'd grown mature, man she filled out Come on baby, you know I'm trying to cut it out But you're so bad, I'll never put you down About five hours out of my wake up About a mile fire to stop, I beg her Fa la la la la, God fades them out Blue eye, you lied, I miss you, that's all Stop Joanne, stop Joanne, stop Joanne, stop Joanne Stop Joanne, stop Joanne Quick talk is like no talk, he can just space off, look in his eyes Crocodile, detour, new tears they start in my eyes Six star loaded rose-froze Black Star, you got off fine It's ten o'clock you ought to stop the detour, you know baby it's time Big talking, spaced off, you got your big man, he's fine Because she told me, cross on back, the river's fine Drop five dollar, you get the skinny girl, I get the real fire That's all Not me