I'm in Los Angeles today...

It smells like an [bad word] 

Jet fuel stenches in the cabin

And lights flickering at random.

I'm in Los Angeles today...

Garbage [bad word] the medians of freeways always creaping

Even when the population's sleeping.

And I can't see why you'd want to live here.

I'm in Los Angeles today...

Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing

And he said "It varies from season to season, kid."

It's where our best are on display...

Motion picture actors' houses

Maps are never ever current

So save your film and $15.

And I can't see why you'd want to live here.

Billboards reach past the tallest buildings,

"We are not perfect - but we sure try."

As UV rays "degradate" our youth with time.

The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place

In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a,

I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts

For when the weigh me on my way out

(Here nothing is free).

The greyhounds [bad word] 
Dumping locusts into the street

Until the gutters overflow

And Los Angeles thinks,

"I might explode someday soon."

It's a lovely summer's day

And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos.

(Is this the city of angeles or demons?)

Here the names are what remain...

Stars encapsulate the gold lame

And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.

You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.