She had to leave

Los Angeles



All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too

She started to hate every nigger and Jew

Every Mexican that gave her lotta shit

Every homosexual and the idle rich, idle rich

She had to get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out



She gets confused flying over the dateline

Her hands turn red 'cause the days change to night, change in an instant

The days change to night, change in an instant



She had to leave

Los Angeles



She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend

She bought a clock on Hollywood boulevard the day she left

Goodbye on the side, it felt sad, it felt sad

She had to get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out



She gets confused flying over the dateline

Her hands turn red 'cause the days change at night, change in an instant

The days change at night, change in an instant

The days change at night, change in an instant