penthouse 8
bolton, william
there's violence in the layers of la's past. when the american dream seems close
the search can turn desperate
and my favorite drugs keeping me awake
seven thousand ones on a silver plate
i'm flying in girls in from outer space
and all my friends faker than stripper's names
small town in the land of the free
moved to cali 'cause she chasing her dream
shoes and cars and magazines
shooting stars and maybelline
who you are is everything
i can't even say i blame her
deep down we are all the same