Music: Jonathan Robert Bryant/Hadley Chapman Kennary
Talk is cheap, life is short
We're all here for something more
Under California skies
All the stars are in your eyes
But there's a dark side of magic
That disappears when you have it
Like an ocean in your hands
If I should die before I wake
I hope I go in Silver Lake
A couple months behind on rent
Blew my cash on time well spent
And even if the dream dies first
I'll drive it in a lime green hearse
And join the ceremonial parade
Of dreamers trying to make it anyway
I wanna die in LA
I've come too far to turn around
Left too much to look back now
And I think my mind's still stuck in traffic
A paralyzed rite of passage
Would you know if it hit you?
Would it drift in the rear view?
Does the hope come back around?
But if I should die before I wake
I hope I go in Silver Lake
A couple months behind on rent
Blew my cash on time well spent
And even if the dream dies first
I'll drive it in a lime green hearse
And join the ceremonial parade
Of dreamers trying to make it anyway
I wanna die in LA
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I wanna die in LA
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I wanna die in LA
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I wanna die in LA
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
If I should die before my time
The only things I'll leave behind
Are pink flamingoes on the lawn
Like tombstones where my heart belonged
And even if the dream dies first
I'll drive it in a lime green hearse
And join the ceremonial parade
Of dreamers trying to make it every day
I wanna die in LA
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I wanna die in LA