In an LA town, nobody dresses down It's hard to find a southerner's ground Glass snap pearl, 'cause you're a vintage girl It's all wearing me out We're used to living without Strange confession All souls procession sell out You see right through this sharp pantsuit But I wanted to look good for you Held out this long, half my life is gone What's right, is what used to be wrong We're used to living without Strange confession All souls procession sell out From Santa Cruz to plastic shoes The years are wearing me down From rock and roll to tortured soul The years have leveled me out We're used to living without Strange confession All souls procession sell out We're used to living without Strange confession All souls procession sell out