Lyrics:

I'm in Los Angeles today: It smells like an airport runway. Jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random. I'm in Los Angeles today: Grabage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creeping even when the population's sleeping. And I can't see why you'd want to live here. I'm in Los Angeles today: Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said,