I'm in Los Angeles today: it smells like an airport runway,   jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random.   I'm in Los Angeles today: garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways   always creeping, even when the population's sleeping.      And I can't see why you'd want to live here.      I'm in Los Angles today: asked a gas station employee    if he ever had trouble breathing   he said It varies from season to season, kid.      It's where our best are on display: motion picture    actor's houses maps are never ever current, so save    your film and fifteen dollars.      And I can't see why you'd want to live here.      Billboards reach past the tallest buildings   We are not perfect, but we sure try   As UV rays degradate our youth with time.      The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place   In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a   I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts from when they    weigh me on the way out (here nothing is free)      The Greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the streets    until the gutters overflow and Los Angeles thinks    I might explode someday soon.      It's a lovely summer's day and I can almost see the skyline    through a thickening shroud of egos. (is this the city of angels or demons?)   Here the names are what remain: stars encapsulate the gold lane    and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating,       And I can't see why you'd want to live here   Billboards reach past the tallest buildings   you can't swim in a town this shallow   You will most assuredly drown tomorrow.