Los Angeles

She had to leave
Los Angeles
All her toys wore out and blackened her boy's tattoo
She started to hate every Christian and Jew
Every Mexican that gave her a lot of shit
Every homosexual, the idle rich (Idle rich)

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

She gets confused
Flying over the dateline
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 felt sad, it felt sad

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

She gets confused
Flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red
But the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant