I wandered to LA, wandered to LA
True story
I wandered to LA hopin' to explore
Little did I know, I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
I wandered to LA hopin' to explore
Little did I know, I'd find a little more
Love at my hotel room door
From the bed to the hotel room floor
Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the dr*gs
Maybe it's because my girlfriend is the plug
C*caine strums like guitar chords
She loves dr*gs, she goes h*rdcore
She's hidin' from the truth, it's under the rug
Maybe it's because the lies, they fill the room
You see the ghost on her front porch
You see the blood at her front door
We were doin' X*ns in a Honda Accord
Lookin' at the things that we couldn't afford