Transcribed by Kevin Hung



A redwood tree

The radio

They moved them down the hall





A beauty Queen from Idaho

Was broken in the fall





Never write a love song

Never write a trip hop

Never write a ballad

Got to get a grip now

Cause nothing ever matters

If you hide away from it all





In twenty years this place will be

Just like LA today





Never write a love song

Never write a trip hop

Never write a ballad

Got to get a grip now

Cause nothing ever matters

If you hide away from it all





Never write a love song...