LA, A Love Song

Jason found this gem outside of his house:


I’ve done my best to convert that to legible text (which is after the jump) and I’ll pay any band that writes a song with it $5 and post their stuff here on the site for anyone and everyone. Come on people, let’s see what you got!

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LA, we got angels in the city
short skirts, high heels, blonde hair and fake titties
cruising down the street squinting in the dark
thirsting for drugs on a search in Echo Park
that’s the fastest way to meet a narc
you gotta have yourself a willy wanka
my candyman chills down in Santa Monica
his boyfriend, she works down on Santa Monica
selling her body and her skills in the boudioure
or a bedroom or some dudes care. that’s how things are
on Melrose: fashionistas and boy toys
Standing in line to get fauxhawks at floyds

on the sunset strip it shines all right
when it hits 2 o’clock, not a person in sight
do you even know a guy who knows a guy who
still thinks the whiskey is the place to go? i don’t think so
this city can be fickle, it changes overnight
let’s turn up the lights so we can party out right

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