Erotic City - Serengeti

The sun’s rising above the mountains

People on the bus and we’re bouncing

From Oakland to LA, the nightway

Searching for an enlightened mind state

Spend our whole lives trying to get them straight

Dollar dollar bills

It’s more than paying bills

Do as thou will

That’s the luckiest kind

Wine busted open in my bag

Spilled everywhere, people are so mad

Morning time in LA is such a wonderful sad

So many of us

As we gathered our bags

Close

Heading to LA on hope

Close

Heading to LA on hope

She was crying in the abortion clinic

Her pimp’s name was British

He was a mean son of a bitch

Who always hated tennis

The rackets, the courts, the scoring

The time honored tradition

I sat next to her and told her I would listen

«What are you, a superman?

An ex-marine hero?»

Stepped outside

Pimp

And a man that’s new here

Just trying to be a gentlemen

Do better than last year

We will

Livin' in LA on hope

We’re close

Ah ah

Erotic city

Erotic city

Erotic city

Spend our whole lives

Trying to get them straight

Erotic city

Ah ah ah

Erotic City