Plastic palm trees in the smog
The Hollywood hills are burning again
With your bleached out hair and your little dog
I know you're just like all of them
Follow me to the city with no soul
You'll never feel more alone
Swallowed up by the strip mall sprawl
Where dreams are crushed and angels fall
They'll chew you up and spit you out
In earthquake, fire, flood, or drought
Stumbling down Sunset Strip
In this burned-out city's grip
It's always sunny and 75
Stuck in the bubble away from your friends
3,000 miles from your former life
It was your new beginning and now it's the end
The ground buckles and the buildings sway
And 6th Street is strewn in broken glass
I wanted to stay but now I can't get away
This wasn't meant to last