I Wanna Die in Los Angeles

I wanna die in Los Angeles Under an overpass A walking blackout fading My last breath gasped I wanna die in Los Angeles Where people Ask the Dust More sad than scandalous And sweating rust, and I know... It all feels like a cheap parade In the sun I'm gonna beg for rain If I'm (Oh I) In the middle we got no way out At the end was it all about some lie? I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles! I wanna die in Los Angeles Under a blood orange sun In a fugue state hated By the ones I love And when I die in Los Angeles They're gonna say they knew Like he was almost decent But I'm glad he's through, and I know... It all feels like a cheap parade In the sun I'm gonna beg for rain If I'm (Oh I) In the middle we got no way out At the end was it all about some lie? I wanna die, die, die in Los Angeles! Die! Die in Los Angeles! Die! Die in Los Angeles! Die! Die in Los Angeles! Die! Die in Los Angeles!