I like to stick to walls
Observing conversations, lifting them when they fall
I am a fire escape, my spine is made of iron
And my heart pumps out old red paint

Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself

I see the seasons change
All the young [bad word] and replace the dying ones
Sit out on Lexington and Vine
All the pimps and prostitutes wave you down at stopping signs

Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself

Los Angeles, I've been waiting for you
To pick yourself up and change
The city you've made, this ocean and sand
Was founded on liars and self-made men

I've watched the dreamers find their legs
And I've seen the ones [bad word]  get reduced to bones and rags

Because I am a fire escape, my spine is made of iron
My heart pumps out old red paint

Save yourself, save yourself
Save yourself, save yourself