Lyrics of Dogs of l.a

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh l.a.
I was a star trek crew member
With my beatle boots and my super-8
And i raced you to the top
The camera gets a stuttered shot
Of me approaching a painted shrine

I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, i'm your friend

And the shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "run me around again"

The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as i focused in and i panned along
And i raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young abe vigoda plays frankenstein

I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, i'm your friend

And the shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "run me around again, i wanna go again"

The shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "run me around again"