Come on, sister Time that you get a life I see you spending all your money Layin' under a knife Well, this is Los Angeles We got plenty of sun And all the stars come out at night To spin and to get spun She says "I don't wanna hear it" She says "That ain't true" She says "I don't wanna hear it" She says, she says Bite on Come on Susie, it's time to knock 'em dead We hear a scream out at the street Rolling out of your bed Yeah, you're a real bombshell Of the lies you've been fed The only hole worth filling is the one in your head We hear the screamer after screamer Rolling outta your bed Survival honey, it's just hit or miss There is an after-party but you ain't on the list You'll see us hanging in a dark room, doing the 2012 twist We're not waiting in line for permission to die We're the creeps giving you the evil eye