An electric concrete fantasy
Where the billboards keep on warning me
That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place
Where nobody gets out alive

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The sun holds no regrets
The natives sway under arrest
As all the stars fall from the sky

Now we've all sold our souls
We're just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge

What the hell we doing here
We're everywhere
But no one's here
Bodies in motion, desperate motion
The angels have all gone insane
I know I'll never be the same so let it ride
We're going for a ride
Now we've all sold our souls
We're just waiting for the show
To begin here at the edge

Now I watch those zombies celebrate
The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles
The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles

{fade}The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay
A cemetery called Los Angeles