The rain pours down on the southern town
Though it's hotter than LA
The gas lit flames dance through the night
Lighting my way home
With rusted roof tops stones below
The smell of harbor in my brain
The smell of harbor in my brain
The smell of harbor in my brain
Sitting in the bay I miss LA
The girl that would decay
The roofs are lit with colored kids
Drink their sorrows down
Build with bricks and made with hate
The memories inside
The ghosts that follow me back home
She's 6 feet under ground
She's 6 feet under ground
She's 6 feet under ground
Sitting in the bay I miss LA
The girl that would decay