Lady Suicide

Lower Haight in San Francisco, Molotov’s, don’t need no disco. It’s P.B.R.
and whiskey time, Punkrock
jukebox, we’re doin‘ fine. Endless summer at Mission Beach, cruisin‘ through
San Diego streets. Perfect
time, nothing better to do, Rat City Riot at the Radio Room.
California sun, California sun! Punkrock, chicks, booze, so much fun.
Oh Hollywood you screwed my mind. See you again lady suicide.
Viva, viva, viva Las Vegas, party people, losers and winners. Fucking Caesar’s,
fucking Belagio. The
Double Down — that’s where we go! Sunset, Hollywood Boulevard, Tiny’s K.O.
between all the stars.
We’re in L.A. babe, we‘ve lost the ground. We`re flying high and we’ll never
come down.