Lyrics:

A redwood tree, the radio, they moved them down the hall
A beauty Queen from Idaho was broken in the fall

Never write a love song, never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all

In twenty years this place will be just like LA today

Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop
Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all
Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop
Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all
Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop
Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now
'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all