A hella california day Made my home in old la Traffic jammed streets of gold Suddenly i feel so old Talk of how it used to be Drinking in those memories of Who we fucked, and who we loved Branded in the city of
Angels I pray you will Save a place for me
On the eastside looking best The sun will set for those who rest on Laurels in the canyon heat Some will starve and some will eat their Humble pie and recognize The blessing just to be alive We hit our knees and stare above Desperate in the city of
Angels I pray you will Save a place for me
For all my regret And all i've diseased I will forgive
