Los Angeles, Be Kind

You exhaust me you know Bellowing black exhaust pipe smoke And the smut won't wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin Such a villainous grace Oh I don't know what you've done to your face Some nights I can't figure out quite where your heart is Oh Los Angeles, be kind No more trouble or red lights I can learn to love you in good time Oh Los Angeles, be kind I read you all wrong So I get drunk just to feel I belong By a river so dry it's barely a river at all And we suck one another at night Fire pistols and cover our eyes And we waltz unseen behind Hollywood's ballroom doors Oh Los Angeles, be kind No more headaches or fist fights We can live with each other It just takes time Oh Los Angeles, be kind Take me to bed with a painkiller Say goodnight Oh Los Angeles, be kind