you're running out of holy water
i hate all your songs about having fun
next to all the strip malls and the bleached out sun
summertime is a tired muse
and all your punks are too cool for school
everybody has a shiny car
and everybody knows a shining star well
i hate santa monica boulevard
cause i hate los angeles well
everybody has a bright green lawn
down south where the water's gone
and everybody has a hand to shake
politics and moves to make well
up north where the water's clean
without all the stuck up noses please
cause i hate los angeles well
i hate santa monica boulevard
i actually really like la