When the devil came to Los Angeles, The devil was not he
She was blonde and beautiful long lazy and free
When the devil came to Los Angeles, the devil came for me
Somewhere in the shadows throwing seven kinds of shade
A chorus of contraltos to harmonize my pain
When the devil came to Los Angeles, the devil sang to me
With the silver tongue of a poets dream piercing eyes emerald green
When the devil came to Los Angeles, the devil came for me
Somewhere in the shadows throwing seven kinds of shade
A chorus of contraltos to harmonize my pain