L.A
Who'da thought?
Right smack dab in the middle of what?
With the belching buses
And broken bones
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?

L.A
After closing when it's down to me
And the same old souls
Well, Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
That's what they say
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?

Up through the cracks
Out through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black-and-white
Roses grow
Roxy is in tonight
She's styling around in her fishnet tights
And she's got more life at 65
Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night
Heavy metal!
Young hard cock
What, can't you handle that kind of talk?
The strippers here, they really rock
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?

Up through the cracks
Out through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black-and-white
Roses grow

Up through the cracks (Up through the cracks)
Out through the broken glass (Out through the broken glass)
In the hot red light of a black-and-white (In the hot red of a black-and-white)
Roses grow
Roses grow..
Roses grow...
Roses grow....