Dogs Of L.A. Testo

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 the painted shrine. I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha 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 round 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 Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha 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 round again. I wanna go again. 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 round again.