The Drugs Not Working
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry...
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche
But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry...
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry...
And it was making her high
Riot in my skull
The demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead
These drugs ain't working
Painted it all black
The chains are jerking
Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working
Riot in my skull
The demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working
Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working
Los Angeles is dead
As Drogas Não Estão Funcionando
Eu estava atirando na traseira do carro
Quando as janelas estouraram nos carros da polícia
Eu estava nadando pelas ruas de Nova York
Com minha adaga de cocaína e gargantas pra cortar
E isso a fazia chorar...
Mas isso me deixava chapado
Ela era uma garota de programa aos dezesseis
Tudo que ela queria era o dinheiro, não precisava de documento
Ela era uma viciada, e eu sei que é clichê
Mas a vida dela também era, quero dizer, ela morava em L.A.
E isso a fazia chorar...
Mas isso a deixava chapada
E isso a fazia chorar...
E isso a deixava chapada
Revolta na minha cabeça
Os demônios estão vindo
Los Angeles está morta
Essas drogas não estão funcionando
Pintei tudo de preto
As correntes estão se arrastando
Los Angeles está morta
As drogas não estão funcionando
Revolta na minha cabeça
Os demônios estão vindo
Los Angeles está morta
As drogas não estão funcionando
Los Angeles está morta
As drogas não estão funcionando
Los Angeles está morta