MOTLEY CRUE - L.A.M.F. lyrics

rate me

Slithering towards the dream

All infected with the same disease

Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver

As the fat rats grovel,

Ready to steal your innocence

And exploit your soul

Some will hit their knees

In a rancid act of desperation

While others search

For a hopeless god to save them

For every four, there will be

One hundred thousand fallen

Drowning in a cesspool of awareness

That they have failed

This city, full of plastic angels,

Will seduce you

Welcome to Los Angeles!