Griffith Park (2800 E. Observatory Ave.)

You're on the porch amidst the pith Of seven rotten oranges And regrets that you unravelled after pulling them off the tree I drove through cardiac traffic to get here Bodies hanging out of windows Gunned the throttle, killed the bottle, all so's not so's not to see My head was a sledgehammer The lawns were impeccably manicured But the council found a blade was out of place and that there'd be That there'd be hell to pay Today I'm here to exact revenge On behalf of all the overwatered greenery My luck, my love Survived the blast from up above Her hand, her touch We'll soon find out what's left of us You'd been underground for most of seven years Since the studio wars went nuclear They brought Mitchell from the nursing home to negotiate détente And in the aftermath they crawled out The game show hosts and actors The holy ghosts and pastors Corn fed boys in leather, and an alcoholic aunt Mankind, mistrust The balance sheets had all gone bust My luck, my love We'll soon find out what's left of us I wanna take you to Griffith Park I hear the radiation's falling We'll put a blanket on the overlook Watch the half-life neon crawling Though the leaves have all turned black I'll put sunscreen on your back And we'll hike to the observatory And when we get through with the park I'll take you to the movies Though they haven't got concessions or a picture on the screen And we will dance the darkened theater Playing it from memory We'll run through "Kiss Me Deadly" And we'll laugh about the ending As we pantomime each scene