Jesus in LA

Well, I shook hands with the devil down on the south side

And he bought us both a drink

With a pad and a pencil, sat by his side

I said, "Tell me what you think"

I've been looking for my savior, looking for my truth

I even asked my shrink

He brought me down to his level

Said, "Son, you're not special

You won't find him where you think

"You won't find him down on Sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA"

Took a sip of his whiskey, said, "Now that you're with me

Well, I think that you should stay

Yeah, I know you've been busy, searching through the city

So let me share the way

"I know I'm not your savior

Know I'm not your truth

But I think we could be friends"

He said, "Come down to my level

Hang out with the devil

Let me tell you, in the end...

"You won't find him down on Sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA"

And that is when I knew that it was time to go home

And that is when I realized that I was alone

And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away

And I don't care what they say

You won't find him down on Sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream, you were just sixteen

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

I won't find him down on Sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when I'm tripping on some pills

When they sold me the dream, I was just sixteen

Packed my bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame I came all this way

'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame I came all this way

'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA