The canyon air is like a breath of fresh l.a.
I was a star trek crew member, with my beatle boots and my super-8
And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shot
Of me approaching a painted shrine
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again.

The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in, and I panned along
And I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young abe vigoda plays frankenstein
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again,
I wanna go again.

The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say, run me around again.

• Alice Springs
• Chopsticks
• Cinco De Mayo
• Crater Lake
• Dogs of L. a.
• Go West
• Jealousy
• May Queen
• Nashville
• Shane
• Supernova
• Support System
• The Dogs of L. a.
• Whip-smart
• X-ray Man