Lyrics

A suburban scene you can smell the gasoline You can see the moon is a veil dripping blood on the SUV's All the kids are leaving now while the curtain is dreaming How will their parents know where they go when they hide behind gated communities Now it's four on the floor Check your head at the door You've been here before but you wanted some more And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey" La la la La la la La la la Everyone's going L.A. A suburban tease you can see their dirty knees You can see them bounce off a wall like a racquet hits a ball But they always come back again A Jamaican breeze you can smell the anti-freeze You can see the world is a maze when you're young and you're free To be anything you wanted to be Now it's four on the floor Check your head at the door You've been here before but you wanted some more And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey" La la la La la la La la la Everyone's going L.A. And everybody loves a roller coaster ride Everybody loves a little suicide Everybody loves a roller coaster ride Everybody yeah, everybody And everybody loves a roller coaster ride Everybody needs a little place to hide Everybody loves a roller coaster ride Everybody yeah, everybody Now it's four on the floor Check your head at the door You've been here before but you wanted some more Alone in the dark you pop like a spark There's sex in the air but there's love in their heart There's shadows on the wall Secrets in the hall Checking the phone to see who's called And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey" La la la La la la La la la Everything is going our way Hey, hey yeah everyone's going L.A. Get outta the way boy get outta the way Get outta the way girl get outta the way Get outta the way boy get outta the way Get outta the way girl get we're going L.A.
Writer(s): Johan Boegli, Blake Miller, Chris Hathwell, Victor Velazquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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