She had to leave
Los Angeles
All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too
She started to hate every nigger and Jew
Every Mexican that gave her lotta shit
Every homosexual and the idle rich, idle rich
She had to get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
She gets confused flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red 'cause the days change to night, change in an instant
The days change to night, change in an instant
She had to leave
Los Angeles
She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
She bought a clock on Hollywood boulevard the day she left
Goodbye on the side, it felt sad, it felt sad
She had to get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
She gets confused flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red 'cause the days change at night, change in an instant
The days change at night, change in an instant
The days change at night, change in an instant
