Los Angeles (feat. James Murphy)

Los Angeles eats its children, Los Angeles eats its young

Los Angeles, she don't need water, Los Angeles just needs guns

And America loves its babies, America tests its friends

Oh, it maybe don't trust its daughters with a love that never ends

And Los Angeles eats its children, Los Angeles eats its young

Oh, the babies they got this fever, a fever of one hundered and one, and one

And I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

'Cause I'm better off alone

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I'm better off alone

There's a wall and I'm on the inside

There's a wall and this is the inside

There's a wall and this is the wind inside

There's an outside and there's this inside

And it's sleepy time on the station, yeah, it's sleepy time on the ship

I wish paradise on these golden beds, all your body parts read these lips

And go

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

'Cause I'm better off alone

No, I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I don't need your atmosphere

I'm better off alone

So you tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

You tell me you need forgiveness

But Los Angeles just has love

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, ayy