East LA

At the barbecue of a Hungarian friend

A dude I used to know from New York approached

As he grew near, I felt him weary of me

He asked if I was still the lone wolf

So I asked him, "Hey Paul, how's that photography biz?

Must be pretty fun shooting 35 mm of so many chicks"

Well, guess what? He didn't answer this

I turned around and poof, he was gone

I am sitting in East Los Angeles

I am watching a fat kid run

As he struggles, I feel guilty

For smoking this joint and writing this song

And we're both on the city sidewalks

The lawless avenues, clean to Eaglе Rock

Well, we heard all the best at the top of the Crest and beyond

Now a gentrified breeze, I can see, has blown in some fake freaks

And a few new hipster stores and a few cute little whores

Who on rubber-bridged guitars are serenading every bullshit writing session in Los Angeles

We're both on the city sidewalks

The lawless avenues, clean to Eagle Rock

Well, we heard all the best at the Observatory Crest and beyond

Now a gentrified breeze, I can see, has blown in some fake freaks

And a few new hipster stores and a few cute little whores

Who on rubber-bridged guitars are serenading every bullshit writing session in Los Angeles