Come All You Madmen
This Is LA
This is L.A.
Our city our home.
we never walk alone.
Forever true weâ€™ll stay
in tribute to our city,
no matter where we go
this is our home.
On the sunset strip,
the devilâ€™s hard at work.
If you wanna play you gotta pay you know
to keep the clubs from going under.
Thatâ€™s the price to grace the floor
as every fool before.
Underneath the haze
in the streets of this maze
all the way from the 10 to the 5 to the 134.
these streets are nothing but a parking lot
but I donâ€™t care â€˜cause Iâ€™m not going anywhere.
Itâ€™s 2AM again, when will I ever learn.
If those warm winds blow me home tonight
Iâ€™ll have a place to lay my head
Iâ€™ll leave my troubles at the foot of my bed.
On the west coast shore,
itâ€™s been far too long.
So what if I got no money in my pockets.
Iâ€™ll always stand up strong,
â€˜cause Iâ€™m in the city where I belong.