The Distillers City of Angels ( Live)
The Distiller s live version of City of Angels comes from their new album Live In Lockdown available now at LYRICS It s going down tonight in this town, cause they stare and growl, they all stare and growl. I take a scar every time I cry, cause it ain t my style, no, it ain t my style. Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel, take this life and end this struggle. Los Angeles, come scam me please. Emptiness never sleeps at Clifton s, 6 a. m, with your bag lady friend and your mind descending. Stripped of the right to be a human in control, it s warmer in hell so down we go. They say this is the city, the city of angels. All I see is dead wings. They say this is the city, the city of angels. All I see is dead wings. It s a ghost town, rabid underworld, Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight. A mirage comes up, it never ends, once you get born you re never the same. Left behind, erased from time, ain t no decency in being boxed up alive. Look around, ain t no
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