Way down east of L.A. Where the skies are grey They come out at night Where the stray dogs lie. While my city sleeps Where the lurkers creep Is there still hope for me? On these haunted streets. Easy to get caught up When you're all f**ed up This is your no mans land No one to hold your hand. And where the angels die Making mothers cry Down by the riverside. Come down the 215 It is the place unseen Where the desert begin We're underneath your skin. We got suburban life And we come out at night Find a place to hide Welcome to Riverside While my city sleeps