J Church - L.A. lyrics

When the sun burns it's not out of revenge Merely an a**ertion of dominance Or maybe definition through omnipresence This city has its own life in a literal sense The Industry, the Industry Talk to me please You've surely seen the movies of the people on their knees The imitation of life exacted on a sareen It's no surprise as Hollywood controls all of the means Cruising in the afternoon in your rented car We're taking it past Western on the Boulevard We're gonna sip our sodas with the posers on Vermont But I don't give a sh** It's on another plane I'm on I don't give a sh** It answers why I'm here Nothing as contrived as culture or career We're living in the limbo that's become the DMZ Where voices of the future call the voice of history Cruising in the afternoon, indulging in the signs I'm burning every strip mall in places in my mind The crippling visions So easy comes the hate Rice and beans and sour cream are blurring on my plate Stagger down Pico Step on every crack Sweat and smog concoction glues my shirt to my back 7-11s help to keep my mind clear I have to admit I don't really hate it here