The Suicide Machines - Ghosts On Sunset Strip lyrics

He told all his friends that he's gonna move out to LA Burned his bridges, all of them, yeah He's gotta move out to Cali He's living in the sun The stars at night under 'em Underneath the overpa** at Melrose and the 101 That's just the way it goes It's not the city of angels It's the city ghosts That's the way it goes So now he's living out here in Los Angeles As for his addiction, he said he could always handle it Hollywood downtown, he thought he'd be famous In his madness he wallows around It's Babylon, it's paradise, it's the promise land It's Halcyon, it's silicon, it's meth c**aine and h**n It's Starbucks and it's all looks, it's all real life TV It's rusty scalpels and dirty needles, it's surgery city Now he talks to himself alone out on skid row Looked around, there was no one else Is he laughing with the ghost of Marilyn Monroe? The Valley suit is shining on a smog alert hazy day The last time that I saw him he was down and out Down and out in LA