Los Angeles

Los Angeles - Murray Head

Written by：Murray Head

Leave your passport

And deposit

With the man behind a desk

In a motel

On the boulevard

I've know

Fix address

In this smoothest

Saccharine city

Where the sun only shines

While it roast

It's turkeys slowly

On a never

Ending line

Ooh Los Angeles

With your ivy mantled lawns

Ooh Los Angeles

And your candy coated homes

I've try the phone

Just one more time

Answering service

Comes on the line

Take my name

Hotel room number

As I add

My birthdate and sign

Will my credentials

Give me a start

And will they warm

Somebody's heart

Or if I make

A sudden movement

Will it all

Crack wide apart

Oh Los Angeles

The end do your prisoners fail

City of the Sirens oh

How your guardian angels wail

Oh Los Angeles

How does your garden grow ho

Old gold Los Angeles

Your wrinkles barely show

Oh

City of the sirens ho

How your guardian angels wail ho

Oh Los Angeles

Old gold Los Angeles