Me and all my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong
I will lay me down In a bunker underground I won't let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants,
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I've been sitting here patiently I've been talking too myself Trying to shake that sinking feeling Wishing I was somebody else And I know it's not easy
hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So, many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles
out of luck, nigga This is Los, this is Los Angeles Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
left to play To zero And sign up with evil, Angeles? Don't start me trying now Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles I can make
you add up all the cards left to play to zero And sign up with evil, Angeles Don't start me trying now 'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles I could make
borracho y lo que sido Necesito amor y paz Estos son los dias de los angeles Estos son los dias Angel ven, ven, ven translation Days of the Angels Do not sleep my little angel
Angeles que van, que estan Angeles que van, por el cielo azul Que somos dos angeles del cielo Que somos dos angeles tu y yo Que somos dos angeles del
Desde los tiempos mas remotos vuelan los angeles guardianes, siempre celosos de sus votos contra atropellos y desmanes. Junto a las cunas infantiles,
Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin' Burn my cash in Beverly Hills Gold card lover, accountants run for cover Gucci went and jacked up my bills Well
Runaways in a van All roads lead to Hollywood We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn Vandalize the neighborhood Do you remember when? We slept all day
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but
Just a gang of four, got each other's back Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack Tearin' up the world, put ourselves through hell Just to have a story
They opened up the door to my insanity They should've slammed it shut right then and thrown away the key They stitched up my head from my lobotomy They
one hundred thousand fallen Drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed This city full of plastic angels will seduce you Welcome to Los Angeles
