If it's true, oh, what they say
That good things come to those who wait
But who do you exactly explain
All those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
They came for stardom
They came for fame
Now they got holes inside their brains
From freebasing cocaine
All those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
They're ghosts and robots
Complacent broads
And all the girls have implants
And they're all blonde
There are no sunsets,there are no dawns
In that sad, sad place they call L.A.
Take it away, Nick
Do a whistle solo
[Whistles]
They came for stardom
They came for fame
And they've got holes in their brains
From freebasing cocaine
Those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
Those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
In that sad, sucky shithole they call L.A.
[Whistles]

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