Four corners and a king-sized bed
A china-lamp breaks beside my head
All those fragments on the floor
Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door?

The tiles were made to make me slip
Fitted carpet takes me in sips
I should have known in the early state:
This room was made to liquidate

Arsenic in a four-star-meal
The law doesn`t allow to appeal
Cyanide through the air-condition
LA is shaking in its best tradition

I drink acid out of the ta
I carry my face in a plastic-bag
No escape,they owe my fingertip
I`m damned to dance on Sunset Strip

Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk
Lights are orders: walk- don`t walk
Paramount pictures from the suicide hill
The angels came up just to kill

LA Shaker on the median-stripes
LA Shaker on a video-tape
LA Shaker in a sushi-bar
LA Shaker with his shades on the beach