Four corners and a king-sized bed
A china-lamp breaks beside my head
All those fragments on the floor
Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door?
The tiles were made to make me slip
Fitted carpet takes me in sips
I should have known in the early state:
This room was made to liquidate
Arsenic in a four-star-meal
The law doesn't allow to appeal
Cyanide through the air-condition
L.A. is shaking in its best tradition
I drink acid out of the tab
I carry my face in a plastic-bag
No escape,they owe my fingertip
I'm damned to dance on Sunset Strip
Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk
Lights are orders: walk- don't walk
Paramount pictures from the suicide hill
The angels came up just to k**
L.A. Shaker on the median-stripes
L.A. Shaker on a video-tape
L.A. Shaker in a sushi-bar
L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach