I ♥ L.A.

Lyrics for I ♥ L.A.

When the long reign of the law bites his right eye At you from behind a stingy grim black alibi fact And yours can only choke vibrant blacks and all the Folk in front of you into your mouth half lights And all your body water rushes to the soft Base of your back before you can speak He touches a very serious finger to the neck of Your hand and your skin breaks out in solid map All spreading from the sizable city some Three hundred miles east of Dallas Tejas Dallas appearing just below the cheap lamp of your throat chakra The 35E running the length of your torso and Disappearing off the soft coast of your head Somewhere between Ohio and central Texas Fingers glow, make fists, the world goes And there he is veiling thick bones on the stems of your eyes You jerking back to the twas from the shot of Him in your rim and begin to dig in your pocket For a first of denim of the absolutely rapid good idea of What's going to give reality treat amounts of cut words but He speaks so you can see tall grass and Sun tied in the filth beneath your face And all between that brick post on Outcoals and a medium known medium known So he shows you a feather patty doing topspin with a freak You reach for your mouth to cut words But all you can say is everyday I Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I and never So he flips to a hole now spreading carefully 'long your sunken chest Gently shakes his clear blue head and Then he teaches you the word vacation Before disappearing up into the open Mouth of his fine fixed alibi fact And then, and then it all goes black When you come to something in your throat feels more forgiving And the sunrise seems to whisper back the knife it sometimes pulls on When you come to something in your throat feels more forgiving And the sunrise seems to whisper back the knife it sometimes pulls on When you come to something in your throat feels more forgiving And the sunrise seems to whisper back the knife it sometimes pulls on When you come to something in your throat feels more forgiving And the sunrise seems to whisper back The knife, whisper back the knife Hopefully next time you see one of them Don't yell "Watch out!" with his hat off One fistful of coconut and swollen throat A young George Washington lounging there beside him Sucking centers from hundred watt bulbs using a two dollar bill Sloping his pail full of sweat as it steeps in the sun