He told all his friends that he's gonna move out to LA,
Burned his bridges, all of them, yeah
He's gotta move out to Cali
He's living in the sun,
The stars at night under 'em
Underneath the overpass at Melrose and the 101

That's just the way it goes,
It's not the city of angels,
It's the city ghosts,
That's the way it goes

So now he's living out here in Los Angeles,
As for his addiction, he said he could always handle it
Hollywood downtown, he thought he'd be famous
In his madness he wallows around

It's Babylon, it's paradise, it's the promise land
It's Halcyon, it's silicon, it's meth cocaine and heroin
It's Starbucks and it's all looks, it's all real life TV,
It's rusty scalpels and dirty needles, it's surgery city

Now he talks to himself alone out on skid row,
Looked around, there was no one else
Is he laughing with the ghost of Marilyn Monroe?
The Valley suit is shining on a smog alert hazy day,
The last time that I saw him he was down and out,
Down and out in LA