The City With Two Faces

I tried once to be civil
But i just got put on hold
I’m sick of hearing complaints
The espresso is too cold
You act like you’re a friend
But then you talk 'bout how we suck
Just save it for your dildo
That’s the only thing you’ll fuck
If i was smart i’d run fast
Out of this town
Sometimes i want to shout and scream
Fuck l.a.
Traded your doc martens
In exchange for cowboy boots
You’re asking who’s keith morris
Yeah you’re punk rock
Where’s your roots
You’re a rocker you’re a biker
You’re punk rock now you skate
Last year it was zeppelin
Now it’s bad brains
You’re a fake
Fuck l.a.
Fuck l.a.
Fuck l.a.
Fuck it