Ride the black cloud over the west coast
I fell from like Morning Son
You were breathing black clouds laced with the west coast
You got high enough to try to

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles
Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

You came to find reigns under the west coast
After hours, in heavy showers of play
Under red waves, hoping you might choke
As you knew, well, you must hurt to

Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles
Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles

They must not hear what you are about to say
Or we may never gеt away
Come close, whisper, if you arе about to say
I've gotta get out of L.A.
I've gotta get out of L.A.

I've gotta get out of L.A.
I've gotta get out of L.A.
I've gotta get out of L.A.