Dead Loss Angeles - The Stranglers

The plastic peaches there

On concrete beaches there

You see the leaches there

You see the leaches there

They’re soft marshmallow there

It’s oh so shallow there

In Dead Loss Angeles

In Dead Loss Angeles

The dredged up mastodon

Has got his glasses on

He’s never seen the shit

From the La Brea pit

The lunar base camp there

With burning midnight lamp

They call it frisbeeland

It’s just a disneyland

Android americans

Live in the ruins there

In Dead Loss Angeles

In Dead Loss Angeles

The dredged up mastodon

Has got his glasses on

He’s never seen the shit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

From the La Brea pit

They get the tremors there

Been given Babylon

Plenty of companies

Such lonely company

I hear a symphony

Of lonely timpanis

In Dead Loss Angeles

In Dead Loss Angeles

The dredged up mastodon

Has got his glasses on

He’s never seen the shit

From the La Brea pit