Текст песни
Last days in LA
Save me baby from strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen looking
into the fire
Lover brother baker
burnin’ at the stake-er
stick with me
under the last palm tree
And sip a little water
from the dirty fountain meant to be
the sum of it all
Oh oh oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh oh oh
It’s 1-0-3 in the sun
You don’t know what you got
or what you want
when LA’s hot
It seems to make you so damn low
You don’t know what you want
or how to stop
when LA’s not
what you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun
These nights we’ve been tearing
are temporary
but spit shines
Surfing the current
on an 80 proof serpent
Your red eyes
Lover brother raider hot rod-er
souped up to the 9’s
sitting on blocks
And every elevator in the city
says it’s going up
when it’s on the rocks
Oh oh oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh oh oh
It’s 1-0-3 in the sun
You don’t know what you got
or what you want
when LA’s hot
It seems to make you so damn slow
You don’t know what you want
or how to stop
when LA’s not
what you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun