East La

At the barbecue of a Hungarian friend
A dude I used to know from New York approached
As he grew near, I felt him weary of me
He asked if I was still the lone wolf
So I asked him, "Hey Paul, how's that photography biz?
Must be pretty fun shooting 35 mm of so many chicks"
Well, guess what? He didn't answer this
I turned around and poof, he was gone

I am sitting in East Los Angeles
I am watching a fat kid run
As he struggles, I feel guilty
For smoking this joint and writing this song

And we're both on the city sidewalks
The lawless avenues, clean to Eaglе Rock
Well, we heard all the best at the top of the Crest and beyond
Now a gentrified breeze, I can see, has blown in some fake freaks
And a few new hipster stores and a few cute little whores
Who on rubber-bridged guitars are serenading every bullshit writing session in Los Angeles

We're both on the city sidewalks
The lawless avenues, clean to Eagle Rock
Well, we heard all the best at the Observatory Crest and beyond
Now a gentrified breeze, I can see, has blown in some fake freaks
And a few new hipster stores and a few cute little whores
Who on rubber-bridged guitars are serenading every bullshit writing session in Los Angeles