City of Angels by Distillers, The

It's going down tonight in this town
Cause they stare and growl
They all stare and growl
I take a scar every time I cry
Cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style
Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel
Take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles, come scam me please
Emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's 6am
With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
Stripped of the right to be a human in control
It's warmer in hell so down we go

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is dead wings

It's a ghost town, rabid underworld
Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight
A mirage comes up, it never ends
Once you get burnt you're never the same
Left behind, erased from time
Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive
Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here
We don't rest in peace
We just disappear

So here we are, Los Angeles
No angels singing in your valley of unease
I watch the sun roll down the Pacific
Over hookered sunset strip

There's a black moon tonight
Ain't shining down on the western neon lights

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is nothing