Texty: Liz Phair. Whip-Smart. Dogs Of L.a.

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member
With my Beatle boots and my Super-8
And I raced you to the top
The camera gets a stuttered shot
Of me approaching a painted shrine

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry
I kissed the Buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend

And the shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "Run me around again"

The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along
And I raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry
I kissed the Buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend

And the shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "Run me around again, I wanna go again"

The shit-brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the mafia
And say, "Run me around again"