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L.AWho'da thoughtRight smack dab in the middle of whatWith the belching busesAnd broken bonesDEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOTHey, heyL.A.Who'da thoughtL.A.After closing when it's down to meAnd the same old soulsWell Johnny's all right if you buy him a ginHe'll tell you his stories about Errol FlynnHe even danced with Marilyn!No way!Thats what they sayDEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!Hey, heyL.A.Who'da thoughtUp through the cracksUp through the broken glassIn the hot red light of a black and whiteRoses growRoxy is in tonightShe's styling around in her fishnet tightsAnd she's got more life at 65Than the teenage boys she keeps up all nightHeavy metalYoung hard cockWhat, can't you handle that kind of talk?The strippers here they really rockDEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOTHey, heyL.A.Who'da thoughtUp through the cracksUp through the broken glassIn the hot red light of a black and whiteRoses growUp 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 growRoses growRoses growRoses grow....