Four corners and a king-sized bed. 
A china-lamp breaks beside my head. 
All those fragments on the floor. 
Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door? 

The tiles were made to make me slip. 
Fitted carpet takes me in sips. 
I should have known in the early state: 
This room was made to liquidate. 

Arsenic in a four-star-meal. 
The law doesn`t allow to appeal. 
Cyanide through the air-condition. 
L.A. is shaking in its best tradition. 

I drink acid out of the tab. 
I carry my face in a plastic-bag. 
No escape,they owe my fingertip. 
I`m damned to dance on Sunset Strip. 

Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk. 
Lights are orders: walk- don`t walk. 
Paramount pictures from the suicide hill. 
The angels came up just to kill. 

L.A. Shaker on the median-stripes. 
L.A. Shaker on a video-tape. 
L.A. Shaker in a sushi-bar. 
L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach