Shangri-Lost

All the lights and the cameras and the action

You’ve always reminded me of some famous actress

In a Courtney Love t-shirt and a Western fringe jacket

So tall and blonde and evenly back-lit

So I bought a dream in a Black Friday blowout

Then I moved to California for a six-foot knockout

Goddamn Pamela Anderson

Eat your heart out, eat your heart out

Shangri-La

Shangri-La

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-Lost

Let’s fast-forward to the more tragic

Isn’t that the way it always happens? Listen

I have this terrible habit of revising the past with

A focus on the bad shit and that kind of damage

It doesn’t ever get quite fixed

So let me blame it on my anxiety

A luxury never afforded me

Flash it on the wide screens that light up Chavez Ravine

Is this gonna be the death of me?

Shangri-La

Shangri-La

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-Lost

Now, I’m banging at the gates of The Bohemian Grove

Trying to sing and dance for all the people in the shadows

There’s trouble in paradise, I know, I know, I know, trust me, I know

I haven’t lost my mind yet but fuck I’m getting close

So no one else can reach me, I destroyed my goddamn phone

While standing in the shallow end in my leopard print bathrobe

With a 9-iron in one hand and a 45 Bordeaux

I’m yelling at whoever’s hiding out in the mangrove

Who’s out there?

Who’s out there?

Who’s out there?

Who’s out there?

I’m a walking, talking, southern gothic

Out looking for treasure buried deep in the tropics

(What's up today?)

Oh, I’m just digging my own grave

On a lonely strip of the Pacific Coast Highway

Shangri-La

Shangri-La

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-La

Shangri-La

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-La

Shangri-La

Shangri-Lost

Shangri-Lost