Liz Phair - The Dogs of L. a.
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 the painted shrine
I kissed the buddha and made him cry
I kissed the buddha 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 buddha and made him cry I kissed the buddha 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