I was shooting in the back of the car  When the windows smashed on the police cars  I was swimming through the streets of New York  With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut  And it was making her cry...  But it was making me high    She was a hooker at the age of sixteen  All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D.  She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche  But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A.  And it was making her cry...  But it was making her high    And it was making her cry...  And it was making her high    Riot in my skull  The demons are coming  Los Angeles is dead  These drugs ain't working  Painted it all black  The chains are jerking  Los Angeles is dead  The drugs ain't working  Riot in my skull  The demons are coming  Los Angeles is dead  The drugs ain't working  Los Angeles is dead  The drugs ain't working  Los Angeles is dead