What kind of world lets Angelyne become a billboard queen?
Late for the show 'cuz Jack Osbourne can't in the door
Won't play the Teazer 'cuz the sound man's drunk
The only scene alive is overrun by power punk
All the little goths have a lunchbox filled with tears
Underage girls beg for money on Melrose dressed better than me
Want a new piercing, but don't put it where your boss can see
I'll listen to your demo if you listen to mine
Check out my headshot while I get you some more wine
Leno's outside, he'll let you make him look hip and trendy
This is what we have
This is what we want
Just a f**ing clique
But it's all we've got
This is what we have
s**ing in the sun
Everyone is watching us
Have all the fun
Living in Baby-LA-on
Living in Baby-LA-on
Where else on Earth can you share a sunset with most of the world?
ABC, CBS, NBC, WB
Can I get a latte with triple caffeine
Sushi with Korn, lunch with Britney
All I ever wanted was to see my name up on the screen
Gothic pretention, an*l retention
What comes first, for better or worse
Traffic on Sundays, need to look both ways
Under the skirt you don't know what you're getting
Everyone on the West Coast thinks of only themselves
Stop and think, everyone here is from somewhere else
Gonna be a star, one day you'll see
Everyone at home will say they knew me
Living for the day when a money shot'll set you free
We built this town on pity