Everybody's dying here
That's what they call it angel city
Everybody's lying here
My god they make it look so pretty
And when the rain comes
My fair-weather friends
They all go into hiding
And I'm sick of the parties
But I still wanna be invited
And all this young forever
Is getting old
They never tell you
It gets so cold
In California (California)
They should warn you
They should warn you
Played some wicked games
For a name
Now the devil's
Out collecting
We took all the apples
From the snake
Now the garden's
Looking empty
And when the rain comes
My fair-weather friends
They all go into hiding
And I'm sick of the parties
But I still wanna be invited
And all this young forever
Is getting old
They never tell you
It gets so cold
In California (California)
They should warn you
They should warn you
And if misery loves company
Why's nobody come for me lately?
If misery loves company
Why's nobody come for me?
Everybody's dying here
That's what they call it angel city
(California, California)
Everybody's dying here
That's what they call it angel city
(California, California)
Everybody's dying here
That's what they call it angel city
(California, California)
