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Dogs Of L.A. lyrics
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."
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- Track 9 on Whip-Smart
- 8 Cinco De Mayo
- 10 Whip-Smart
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- Track 9 on Whip‐Smart
- 8 Cinco De Mayo
- 10 Whip‐Smart
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