F                   C 
I'm in Los Angeles today... 
C                           A# 
It smells like an airport runway. 
            A              A# 
Jet fuel stenches in the cabin 
             A#maj7                 F 
And lights flickering at random. 
 
F                       C 
I'm in Los Angeles today... 
                          A#          A               A# 
Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping 
        A#maj7                   F 
Even when the population's sleeping. 
 
  C                       A          A# 
And I can't see why you'd want to live here. 
 
F                       C 
I'm in Los Angeles today... 
                     A#             A                A# 
Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing 
               A#maj7                          F 
And he said "It varies from season to season, kid." 
 
F                          C                            
It's where our best are on display... 
                        A# 
Motion picture actors' houses 
           A            A# 
Maps are never ever current 
            A#maj7       F 
So save your film and $15. 
 
C                       A          A#         F 
And I can't see why you'd want to live here. 
C                        A       A#          F 
Billboards reach past the tallest buildings, 
C                  A         A#       F      
"We are not perfect - but we sure try." 
C                    A          A#         F 
As UV rays "degraded" our youth with time. 
 
Bridge: 
F        F        F        F 
 
Dm       F        G7       A# 
 
Dm                                       F 
The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic place 
       G7                         A# 
In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a, 
 Dm                         F           
I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts 
               G7               
For when the weigh me on my way out 
A# 
(Here nothing is free). 
Dm                 
The greyhounds keep coming 
        F 
Dumping locusts into the street 
          G7 
Until the gutters overflow 
        A# 
And Los Angeles thinks, 
(single percussive strums) 
 A# A# A# A#        (let it ring) 
"I might explode  
someday soon." 
 
F                      C 
It's a lovely summer's day 
                       A#                 A                     A# 
And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos. 
             A#maj7                      F 
(Is this the city of Angeles or demons?) 
F                            C 
Here the names are what remain... 
                      A#      
Stars encapsulate the golden age 
         A               A#                  A#maj7                      F 
And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating. 
 
C                       A          A#         F 
And I can't see why you'd want to live here. 
C                         A       A#          F 
Billboards reach past the tallest buildings, 
C                  A         A#       F     
You can't swim in a town this shallow -  
   C                       A     A#         F 
as you will most assuredly drown tomorrow