Late at night you know I work alone
Trying to get by with these chromosomes
Late and night you know I’m finally honed
Nothing to get done till the sun goes home
So glad you stopped by the studio
I like your face and your ideas
Being alone well that’s just vaudeville
It’s cool with me if it ain’t real, oh
L.A. nights you know they got no bottom
Killer up on Thrasher street well i heard they got him
Sanchez says he’s up there in them Hollywood hills
Wearing those socks and scoping kill
Can’t wait to get back to the east coast
Where the rivers get to keep the rain
Solitude well that’s just broadway
I’m flying solo for a day or two
East coast left coast you know it makes a difference
One talks too much and the other never listens
I think he’s up there in them hollywood hills
Driving that Bentley with his head perfectly still
Gun to my head I’ll take the East Coast
Where the snow will vouch for broken glass
Gun to my head I’ll stay right where I am
Listen to the kick drum keep the time from rushing past
Solitude well that’s just Broadway
I’m flying solo for a day or two
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