I was shooting in the back of the car When the windows smashed on the police cars I was swimming through the streets of New York With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut And it was making her cry... But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of sixteen All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D. She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A. And it was making her cry... But it was making her high
And it was making her cry... And it was making her high
Riot in my skull The demons are coming Los Angeles is dead These drugs ain't working Painted it all black The chains are jerking Los Angeles is dead The drugs ain't working Riot in my skull The demons are coming Los Angeles is dead The drugs ain't working Los Angeles is dead The drugs ain't working Los Angeles is dead
