Teddy Thompson - L.A. lyrics

Let's blow this taco stand This cultural wasteland L.A., I've taken all I can Your sunshine burns me Your traffic drives me Crazy You beautiful women All legs and silicone They're custom-built for sin Every day at the gym Work out, stay thin Oh my, just Look at the shape you're in Never mind about the nights out drinking The c**aine binging The lack of thinking Whoa, my brain is shrinking Everyday Surfer boy rock out But the witch I can do without This is no place for me There's no doubt Pale skin and good taste My mind is a shame to waste Oh Lord, there must be a better place Where the streets ain't paved with gold Where twenty-five ain't considered too old Where they've got weather that's hot and cold Whoa, L.A. getting old (x4)