He told all his friends
That he's gonna move out to LA
Burned bridges, all of them
Yeah he's gotta move out to Cali
He's living in the sun
The stars at night under 'em
He's underneath the overpass
At Melrose and the 101
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
So now he's living out here in Los Angeles
As for his addiction, he said he could always handle it
Hollywood all weekend, on Monday back downtown
He thought he'd be famous, in his madness he wallows around
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
It's Babylon, it's paradise, it's the promise land
It's Halcyon, it's Silicon, it's meth, cocaine and heroin
It's Starbucks and it's all looks, it's all real life TV
It's rusty scalpels and dirty needles, it's surgery city
Now he talks to himself alone out on skid row
Looked around, there was no one else
Is he laughing with the ghost of Marilyn Monroe?
The Valley suit is shining on a smog alert hazy day
The last time that I saw him he was down and out
Down and out in LA
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
That's just the way it goes
Not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angel
It's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes, whoa-whoa
Yeah