The plastic peaches there
On concrete beaches there
You see the leaches there
You see the leaches there
They’re soft marshmallow there
It’s oh so shallow there
In Dead Loss Angeles
In Dead Loss Angeles
The dredged up mastodon
Has got his glasses on
He’s never seen the shit
From the La Brea pit
The lunar base camp there
With burning midnight lamp
They call it frisbeeland
It’s just a disneyland
Android americans
Live in the ruins there
In Dead Loss Angeles
In Dead Loss Angeles
The dredged up mastodon
Has got his glasses on
He’s never seen the shit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
From the La Brea pit
They get the tremors there
Been given Babylon
Plenty of companies
Such lonely company
I hear a symphony
Of lonely timpanis
In Dead Loss Angeles
In Dead Loss Angeles
The dredged up mastodon
Has got his glasses on
He’s never seen the shit
From the La Brea pit
How right they fucking were and always will be. The United States as perceived through the knowing eyes of a British Eurosophisticate is a shithole country indeed...
This song used to rock foundations. A different assault to the sences than Motorhead- shit rocked. Friends bye the way-JJ SEVENTH dAN-lEMMY public school