Escape From Los Angeles

Ride the black cloud, over the west coast I fell from that morning sun You were breathing black clouds laced with the west coast You got high enough to try to Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles You came to find reigns under the west coast After hours, in heavy showers of play Under red waves hoping you might choke As you knew, well you must hurt too Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles Find your way out to and out of Los Angeles They must not hear What you are about to say Or we may never get away Come close Whisper If you are about to say "I've gotta get out of L.A." "I've gotta get out of L.A." I've gotta get out of L.A. I've gotta get out of L.A. I've gotta get out of L.A. --- Escape From Los Angeles - AFI