Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel He wears a moustache, he's been through hell He used to sing love in the 60's Now he churns out crap through a million of CDs
Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel Cocaine walls and prison cells Trashed-up dolls piled in the laundry Big moustache is sugar-free
Stoned in L.A.'s murder motel The devil climbs out of the well Big moustache runs in a frenzy For the devil starts to eat his chilli
Drunk and wrapped around in plastic Drunk and wrapped around in plastic Drunk and wrapped around in plastic He's drunk and wrapped around in plastic
L.A. is the fucking game to play L.A. is the fucking game to play L.A. is the fucking game to play L.A. is the fucking game to play
L.A. gets you down on your knees L.A.'s spreading like a disease L.A. is the fucking game to play L.A. is the fucking game to play