C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am
There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny,
Asus2 Em F F G G
I don't suppose you want to
Dm Dmadd2 F Fadd2 Am Asus2
Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears
F Fadd2 Dm Dmadd2
A plaintive melody, truncated symphony
F Fadd2 G
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore,
F F G G C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
C C C C Cadd2 C (x4) F F G G
Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure
C C C C Cadd2 C (x2)
C C# Dmaj7 C#m Dmaj7 C#m C#m D# E . . . (solos)
D D Bm Bsus2 F#m G G A A
Oh what a rush of ripe élan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty
D Dsus2 D Dsus2 Bm
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay
Bsus2 F#m G G A A
It only makes me cranky
Dm Dmadd2 F Fsus2 Am Asus2 Am
Oh great calamity, ditch of iniquity and tears
F Fsus2 Dm Dmadd2
How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste
F Fsus2 G
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
F F G G C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
F F G G C
F F G G C
