The Dogs of L.a. - текст песни
The Dogs of L.a.
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member with my Beatle boots and my
Super-8
And I raced you to the top,
The camera gets a stuttered shot of
Me approaching the sacred shrine
Where I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
"Georgie, I'm your friend!"
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
"Run me round again."
The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along and I
Raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vagoda plays Frankenstein
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
"Georgie, I'm your friend!"
And the shit brown reservoir is a
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