Well, it's a pretty bad place outside this door
I could go out there, but I don't see what for
And I'm happy livin' in the dark
On the edge of my mind
And it's nobody else's business
Now it's just me, myself, and the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Los Feliz
Well, the city's on fire, you can smell the flesh
And the screams like dogs in the wilderness
And where do all the poor souls go?
Looking to mend their hearts
Like it's everyone else's business
And at best they'll find the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Los Feliz
Well, he's gone out again and left you all alone
Well, come on over, I'm always home
And where do all the poor souls go?
Looking to mend their hearts
Well, I do mean to make it my business
And it's just me, myself and the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Los Feliz
