Let's blow this taco stand This cultural wasteland L.A., I've taken all I can Your sunshine burns me Your traffic drives me Crazy You beautiful women
Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself : The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering
The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering world With this late seventies beat
quiet, It's supposed to be wealthy and dull So how to explain this thundering pain that's pushing it's way through my skull I'm taking a leave of