Из альбома: Eight Arms Made This
She's got it if you want it just tell her you need it
And put your ear to the street and she'll feed you
Please believe me
And I've seen them sleeping through the weekend
He's weakened from the traffic and heat
But we went from genius to leech in a week and
This downtown home,
Los Angeles my head rests soft on stone
There's no good night sleeping under the scraped sky
The nice try failed and they walk by in suits and ties
And they ration their compassion
If I had it back I'd give it all away
Honest I'm not lying
There's a diamond beneath the coal
It's tragic how this happened
Cracks in the ground ate me whole