The City With Two Faces
I tried once to be civil
But I just got put on hold
I'm sick of hearing complaints
The espresso is too cold
You act like you're a friend
But then you talk 'bout how we suck
Just save it for your dildo
That's the only thing you'll fuck
Chorus:
If I was smart I'd run fast
Out of this town
Sometimes I want to shout and scream
Fuck L.A.
Traded your Doc Martens
In exchange for cowboy boots
You're asking who's Keith Morris
Yeah you're punk rock
Where's your roots
You're a rocker you're a biker
You're punk rock now you skate
Last year it was Zeppelin
Now it's Bad Brains
You're a fake
(Chorus)
Why, fuck, you know what I'm talking about, fuck it!
Now don't get me wrong. You're probably thinking we're just some trendy punk rock band jumping on the band wagon. Like, how many times have you heard me say "fuck" anyway? Seven, to be exact. And we still have four more to go! Now, I know L.A.'s got some beautiful people... and it's also got some great bands. Nofx... Bad Religion... But I have had more motorcycles stolen here than Nirvana has songs about heroin. And you can't even surf unless you want to get hepatitis. Wait a second!
(Chorus)
Fuck L.A.
Fuck L.A.
Fuck L.A.
Fuck it!