i'm a poor, drunken orphan with nowhere to go but the grave
i love big words. hehe...oligarchy.
she only wishes she had someone to talk to.
It streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs are here
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dallyiant and dainty
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
A great calamity
Ditch of inequity it's here
How I abhor this place
It sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched retching on all fours
Los Angeles I'm yours
she only wishes she had someone to talk to.
It streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs are here
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dallyiant and dainty
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
A great calamity
Ditch of inequity it's here
How I abhor this place
It sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched retching on all fours
Los Angeles I'm yours