Текст песни Liz Phair - Dogs Of L.A
Liz Phair - Dogs Of L.A слова песни
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.I was a Star Trek crew member, with my Beatle boots and my Super-8And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shotOf me approaching a painted shrineI kissed the Buddah and made him cryI kissed the Buddah and made him cryGeorgie, I`m your friendAnd the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again."The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palmsYou were beaming as I focused in, and I panned alongAnd I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocksYoung Abe Vigoda plays FrankensteinI kissed the Buddah and made him cryI kissed the Buddah and made him cryGeorgie, I`m your friendAnd the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again,I wanna go again."The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, "Run me around again."