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 ap proaching a painted shrine
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the bud dah 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,
an d 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 vigodaplays 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."