Liz Phair - Dogs Of L. A. Lyrics
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh l.a.I was a star trek crew member, with my beatle boots and my super-8And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shotOf me approaching a painted shrineI kissed the buddah and made him cryI kissed the buddah and made him cryGeorgie, Im your friendAnd the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again.The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palmsYou were beaming as I focused in, and I panned alongAnd I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocksYoung abe vigoda plays frankensteinI kissed the buddah and made him cryI kissed the buddah and made him cryGeorgie, Im your friendAnd the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again,I wanna go again.The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again.
