The plastic peaches there 

On concrete beaches there 

You see the leaches there 

You see the leaches there 

They're soft marshmallow there 

It's oh so shallow there 

In Dead Loss Angeles 

In Dead Loss Angeles 



The dedged up mastodon 

Has got his glasses on 

He's never seen the shit 

From the La Brea pit 



The lunar base camp there 

With burning midnight lamp 

They call it frisbeeland 

It's just a disneyland 

Android americans 

Live in the ruins there 

In Dead Loss Angeles 

In Dead Loss Angeles 



The dedged up mastodon 

Has got his glasses on 

He's never seen the shit 

From the La Brea pit



From the La Brea pit 

From the La Brea pit 

From the La Brea pit



From the La Brea pit 

From the La Brea pit 

From the La Brea pit 



They get the tremors there 

Been given Babylon 

Plenty of companies 

Such lonely company 

I hear a symphony 

Of lonely timpanis 

In Dead Loss Angeles 

In Dead Loss Angeles 



The dedged up mastodon 

Has got his glasses on 

He's never seen the shit 

From the La Brea pit