Your city’s got nothing for me. It’s not that hard to see. You think LA's the place to be? It’s so fucking fake – I can’t believe.
I fucking hate this place. We fucking hate your face. I fucking hate this place. We fucking hate LA
Your hat turned to the side is a fucking joke. Late night party’s with expensive wine and coke. I’m packing up my bags and going home. Back to the streets of Boston – where we roam.