L.A. Swamp

One of those hot L.A. nights

Sharing dreams and deep insights 

Whiskey bottle holding you

And the goblins circle too

No you might not like what you see

No you might not like what you see

Told me 'bout those shady guys

Caught up in their web of lies 

Said you saw the bullets fly

Had to run or else you'd die

CHORUS:

No you might not like what you see

No you might not like what you see

But you take it anyway

Yeah, you're living with the pain

Much of this is self-inflicted 

Many fighting with ourselves 

Yeah we're fighting with our brothers 

And we're fighting with our lovers 

Brought you back home late that fall

Smell of death down through your hall

Fifteen more years you'd survive

But that's the last I'd see you alive

CHORUS