Los Angeles, Be Kind - Owl John, Scott Hutchison, Andy Monaghan

You exhaust me you know

Bellowing black exhaust pipe smoke

And the smut won’t wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin

Such a villainous grace

Oh I don’t know what you’ve done to your face

Some nights I can’t figure out quite where your heart is

Oh Los Angeles, be kind

No more trouble or red lights

I can learn to love you in good time

Oh Los Angeles, be kind

I read you all wrong

So I get drunk just to feel I belong

By a river so dry it’s barely a river at all

And we suck one another at night

Fire pistols and cover our eyes

And we waltz unseen behind Hollywood’s ballroom doors

Oh Los Angeles, be kind

No more headaches or fist fights

We can live with each other

It just takes time

Oh Los Angeles, be kind

Take me to bed with a painkiller

Say goodnight

Oh Los Angeles, be kind