Lyrics Los Angeles - Live - Murray Head
Leave
my
passport
and
deposit
With
the
man
behind
a
desk
In
a
motel
on
some
old
boulevard
Where
the
view
deserves
a
rest
Try
the
phone
just
one
more
time
Answering
service
comes
on
the
line
Will
my
credentials
give
me
a
start
Will
they
warm
somebody's
heart?
Or
if
I
make
a
sudden
movement
Is
it
all
gonna
crack
wide
apart?
All
they
ask
is
my
name,
will
I
call
back
again?
Ooh
Los
Angeles
and
your
ivy-mantled
lawns
Ooh
Los
Angeles
and
your
candy
coated
homes
In
this
smoothest
saccharine
city
Where
there's
the
sun
to
say
there's
a
shine
Is
it
roasting
turkeys
slowly
On
a
never
ending
line
Or
blinding
ultimatums
While
they
buy
themselves
more
time
Los
Angeles
In
the
end
do
your
prisoners
fail?
Los
Angeles
How
your
guardian
angels
wail
Los
Angeles
How
does
your
garden
grow?
Old
gold,
Los
Angeles
Your
wrinkles
barely
show.
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