l.a.m.f

Motley Crue

Slithering towards
The dream
All infected
With the same disease
Awaiting your flesh
To be cloaked in silver
As the fat rats grovel
Ready to steal
Your innocence
And exploit your soul

Some will
Hit their knees
In a rancid
Act of desperation
While others search
For a hopeless God
To save them
For every four
There will be
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