Escape from Los Angeles

Ride the black cloud, over the west coast

I fell from like Morning Son

You were breathing black clouds laced with the west coast

You got high enough to try to

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

You came to find reigns under the west coast

After hours in heavy showers of play

Under red waves hoping you might choke

As you knew

Well you must hurt to

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

They must not hear what you are about to say

Or we may never get away

Come close, whisper

If you are about to say, "I've gotta get out of L.A."

I've gotta get out of L.A.

I've gotta get out of L.A.

I've gotta get out of L.A.

I've gotta get out of L.A.