Leaving LA

Check the locks and leave the keys
 Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
 Something's dead behind the refrigerator
 Some poor fuck will deal with it later
 I've spent the last ten weeks
 Squeezing out the sponge of friendships plugging leaks
 I've talked until there's no more to say
 I'm going away
 I'm leaving LA
 I'm leaving LA
 And the tourists say
 Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign
 I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign
 But on their way back down we'll ask did you have a good time
 They'll say it's just some fucking letters on a hill
 I wander through the Bronson Caves
 One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
 I'll watch the players at the UCB
 Trying to improvise their way out of ennui
 Walking trails in the creeping dark
 Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
 There's too much light for stars anyway
 I'm getting out of this place
 I'm leaving LA
 I'm leaving LA
 Hey
 And the studio executives who never made a thing
 Blaming others for their failures taking credit for their wins
 Wiping the blood of dumb artists from their chins singing
 Kid you oughtn't take it personally
 On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spiderman
 Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land
 And in the distance in both its glorious dimensions
 The sign projects its shadow on the hill
 Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
 Malfunctioning departure board says we're boarding next
 Belt off shoes off jacket off hat
 Don't need that attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down
 And I'm sat down
 As the A380 engine roars
 Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards
 Looking forward to
 Another twenty hours on a plane
 Nothing but shit films and my brain
 I've been going slowly insane
 I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play
 I'm getting out of this place
 I'm getting out of this place
 I'm leaving LA
 And the actors at Gratitude drinking undrinkable juice
 And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits
 And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act One
 Driving home on the 101 in the relentless fucking sun
 And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny
 And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning
 And the Captain's on the PA saying look for the sign
 But I find it's just some fucking letters on the hill
 Just some really ugly letters on a pretty ugly hill
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 I'm leaving LA
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 I'm leaving L