Lyrics:

L.A

Who'da thought

Right smack dab in the middle of what

With the belching buses

And broken bones

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who'da thought



L.A.

After closing when it's down to me

And the same old souls

Well Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin

He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn

He even danced with Marilyn!

No way!

Thats what they say

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who'da thought



Up through the cracks

Up through the broken glass

In the hot red light of a black and white

Roses grow



Roxy is in tonight

She's styling around in her fishnet tights

And she's got more life at 65

Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night

Heavy metal

Young hard cock

What, can't you handle that kind of talk?

The strippers here they really rock

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who'da thought



Up through the cracks

Up through the broken glass

In the hot red light of a black and white

Roses grow

Up through the glass (Up through the glass)

Up through the broken glass (Up through the broken glass)

In the hot red light of a black and white (In the hot red of a black and white)

Roses grow

Roses grow

Roses grow

Roses grow....