Lyrics:

Pumps drunk with oil
Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX
People fill their tanks in flights of fancy
Actors wait tables with a method they can't share
Wait for what's next
Wait for the big screen in disrepair
I mean, despair
I mean, that actor standing there
I mean, are we all not actors?
And the whole wide world our stage?
Nah, some are worthy writers
with the grit to hit the page
To be or not be
Now, just part of the heartbeat in L.A.