Los Angeles - The Pack a.d.

Wake up Los Angeles

I’m looking great

Fell on the street last night

Right on my face

Climb in my picture car

And hit the lights

Woke up in hospital

I think I died

Do what you want

If you look good it won’t mean a thing

Wake up in my own sweat

You move too fast

You smile off camera

Somebody laughed

Let’s make a video

Of all your teeth

I’ve gone hysterical

You can’t compete

Do what you want

If you look good it won’t mean a thing

Wake up diaphanous

And future dead

It’s all rhetorical

And in my head

This movie’s terrible

And vaguely real

My acting’s optional

It’s my appeal

Do what you want

If you look good it won’t mean a thing