I Wanna Die In Los Angeles

I wanna die in Los Angeles, under an overpass
A walking blackout fading, my last breath gasped
I wanna die in Los Angeles, where people Ask the Dust
More sad than scandalous, and sweating rust, and I know..

It all feels like a cheap parade, in the sun I'm gonna beg for rain, if I’m (Oh I)
In the middle we got no way out, at the end was it all about some lie?
I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles!

I wanna die in Los Angeles, under a blood orange sun
In a fugue state hated, by the ones I love
And when I die in Los Angeles, they're gonna say they knew
Like "he was almost decent, but I'm glad he’s through", and I know..

It all feels like a cheap parade, in the sun I'm gonna beg for rain, if I'm (Oh I)
In the middle we got no way out, at the end was it all about some lie?
I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles!

Die! Die in Los Angeles!
Die! Die in Los Angeles!
Die! Die in Los Angeles!
Die! Die in Los Angeles!