Ice cracking, fickle junkie Your girl calls Where have you been last night? Lover boy, where you been hiding? No peace, Los Angeles No peace, Los Angeles Coming down, Wilshire Boulevard Blurry stream of light Radio, road sign and you are more awake Than is possible No peace, Los Angeles No peace, Los Angeles And the true dope on salvation is Two weeks in a clinic and a public testimonial You tell them kids, tell them not to hurt themselves Speeding fast from who you are No peace, Los Angeles No peace, Los Angeles Do this for the remembrance of me Do this for the remembrance of me Do this for the remembrance of me Do this for the remembrance of me