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-8

And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shot

Of me approaching a painted shrine

I kissed the buddah and made him cry

I kissed the buddah and made him cry

Georgie, Im your friend

And 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 palms

You were beaming as I focused in, and I panned along Liz Phair - Dogs Of L.A. - http://motolyrics.com/liz-phair/dogs-of-la-lyrics.html

And I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocks

Young abe vigoda plays frankenstein

I kissed the buddah and made him cry

I kissed the buddah and made him cry

Georgie, Im your friend

And 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."