Griffith Park (2800 E. Observatory Ave.)

You're on the porch amidst the pith
 Of seven rotten oranges
 And regrets that you unravelled after pulling them off the tree
 I drove through cardiac traffic to get here
 Bodies hanging out of windows
 Gunned the throttle, killed the bottle, all so's not so's not to see
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 My head was a sledgehammer
 The lawns were impeccably manicured
 But the council found a blade was out of place and that there'd be
 That there'd be hell to pay
 Today I'm here to exact revenge
 On behalf of all the overwatered greenery
 My luck, my love
 Survived the blast from up above
 Her hand, her touch
 We'll soon find out what's left of us
 You'd been underground for most of seven years
 Since the studio wars went nuclear
 They brought Mitchell from the nursing home to negotiate détente
 And in the aftermath they crawled out
 The game show hosts and actors
 The holy ghosts and pastors
 Corn fed boys in leather, and an alcoholic aunt
 Mankind, mistrust
 The balance sheets had all gone bust
 My luck, my love
 We'll soon find out what's left of us
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 I wanna take you to Griffith Park
 I hear the radiation's falling
 We'll put a blanket on the overlook
 Watch the half-life neon crawling
 Though the leaves have all turned black
 I'll put sunscreen on your back
 And we'll hike to the observatory
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 And when we get through with the park
 I'll take you to the movies
 Though they haven't got concessions or a picture on the screen
 And we will dance the darkened theater
 Playing it from memory
 We'll run through "Kiss Me Deadly"
 And we'll laugh about the ending
 As we pantomime each scene