Josh Tillman - Leaving LA* lyrics

These lyrics are incomplete and subject to change when the song is released. Stay tuned! I was living on the hill By the water tower and hiking trails When the big one hit I'd have a seat To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free O baby it's time to leave Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens 5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans These L.A. phonies and their bullsh** bands Sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks” You can hear it all over the airwaves The manufactured gasp of the final days Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don't have To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past A few things the songwriter needs Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy But if you want ecstasy or birth control Just run the tap until the water's cold