Cobra k**er - L.A. Shaker lyrics

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