Los angeles

All her toys go around in black and her boys had too
She started to hate every
Nigger and jew
Every mexican that gave her lotta shit
Every homosexual and the idle rich (idle rich)

She had to (get out)
Get out (get out)
Get out

She gets confused
Flying over the Date Line
Her hands turn red
'cause the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant

She had to leave
Los Angeles

She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
She bought a clock on Hollywood Boulevard the day she left
It felt sad, it feld sad
It feld sad

She had to get out (get out)
Get out (get out)
Get out

She gets confused
Flying over the Date Line
Her hands turn red
'cause the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant