Waking up on a studio floor
In the heart of the hood, Hollywood and Orange
Without a pillow to rest my head
No money in pockets and barely fed
I'd busk on the streets eight hours a day
With the bums and the freaks
I didn't mind it that way
Carried a tune and a bucket and used guitar
In land of glam, walking the boulevard
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
The time we have here is heaven sent
Though I hide my halo in your hills of sin
Dip my wings in your fire
I'm gonna be the best
Got a job third shift on The Promenade
Folding clothes and cleaning floors in the retail shops
Five am, we'd hit the beach and we would smoke some pot
Back in the days of innocence before the H got hot
Searching for something, but I wasn't sure what
So we cruised Sunset until the sun come up
Wishing on the stars that remained to be seen
Crashing hilltop parties on the edge of our seats
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
The time we have here is heaven sent
Still I hide my halo in your hills of sin
Dip my wings in your fire
Gonna be the best
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I've seen you turn some out, you turn some on
While chasing down the dreams to your hypnotic song
Once they check on in, some seem to never get out
And when they grow their horns, they still don't stand out
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
Is the time we have here heaven sent?
I can't find my halo in your hills of sin
And my wings are tired and they need a rest
From the bangers and the tranies and the junkies too
The dealers and kneelers and the prostitutes
Gold diggers and the swingers on them avenues
Feening for a thrill or someone they can use
Los Angeles, I can't forget
The time we had was heaven sent
But I'm taking back my halo from your hills of sin
Clipping my wings in the places where your fire has singed
Los Angeles, you take the best
And leave the remains of whatever is left
I can't compete
Don't wanna pass your test
So, goodbye my love
Goodbye my love
Goodbye my love
Oh, goodbye my love
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles