Flicking Cigarettes at the Sun - Pere Ubu

In the jet fuel dawn

Of a runway town

The sun is a spectacular orb

Perched upon the ground

Yesterday haunts all your tomorrows

Flicking cigarettes at the sun

One more spark ought to see it done

Eucalyptus flames

Flickering through the streetcar names

Block after block

Coffee’s in the pot

Clock on the wall’s about to drop

Fare thee well Los Angeles

Your shuddering breath

Your ever-lingering death

Awkward and cruel

I wish you Götterdämmerung Los Angeles

Here it is

Your flaming Dead Pool

In Bay City

Waves pull away th sands

Grain by grain

Fare thee well Los Angels