Owen Temple - Los Angeles lyrics

It's low, it's brand new, it's sprawling Without center, gasoline powered, crawling Dams and powerlines made the desert disappear Now there's millions of people living here It's paradise and hell all smashed together Danger and glamour and good weather Los Angeles is the city of the future And it's coming to get you Hell or heaven depends on the zip code Don't find yourself on the wrong side of the road ‘Cause devils and angels sleep under the 101 Runaways with nowhere left to run Like an antique California postcard A house with an orange tree growing in the yard Los Angeles is the city of the future And it's coming to get you You found a way to make the promise land reappear Sitting in the dark beneath the pier You finally made it to the Hollywood Bowl Then wrapped a car ‘round a Wilshire telephone pole It's low, it's brand new, it's sprawling Without center, gasoline powered, crawling Los Angeles is the city of the future And it's coming to get you