(Am)        Am                 G 
    Welcome me to the city of angels 
      D                       C 
Devil prophets still hold my hand 
Am                                      G 
  I walked your stillborn streets for hours 
       D                        C(9) 
Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials 
 
                  G                                 D 
They tell me I'll, I'll be the first to praise the sun 
                         C                           G 
The first to praise the moon, the first to hold the lone coyote 
                     D 
The last to set it free