Owen Temple Los Angeles
It's low, it's brand new, it's sprawling
Without center, gasoline powered, crawling
Dams and powerlines made the desert disappear
Now there's millions of people living here
It's paradise and hell all smashed together
Danger and glamour and good weather
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it's coming to get you
Hell or heaven depends on the zip code
Don't find yourself on the wrong side of the road
'Cause devils and angels sleep under the 101
Runaways with nowhere left to run
Like an antique California postcard
A house with an orange tree growing in the yard
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it's coming to get you
You found a way to make the promise land reappear
Sitting in the dark beneath the pier
You finally made it to the Hollywood Bowl
Then wrapped a car 'round a Wilshire telephone pole
It's low, it's brand new, it's sprawling
Without center, gasoline powered, crawling
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it's coming to get you
