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:
Grabage 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 Angeles today:
Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing
and he said, [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/death_cab_for_cutie/why_youd_want_to_live_here_the_showbox_seattle_50804.html ]
