An electric concrete fantasy

Where the billboards keep on warning me

That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place

Where nobody gets out alive.



The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.

The sun holds no regrets

The natives sway under arrest

As all the stars fall from the sky.



Now we've all sold our souls

We're just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge.



What the hell we doing here

We're everywhere

But no one's here,

Bodies in motion, desperate motion.

The angels have all gone insane

I know I'll never be the same so let it ride

We're going for a ride.

Now we've all sold our souls

We're just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge.



Now I watch those zombies celebrate

The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods.



The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.



{fade}The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay,

A cemetry called Los Angeles.