L.A. Times

L.A. Times
I look around and all I see is pain and suffering
Reflected on the fifty facets of a diamond ring
Drippin' fae a haun hingin' oot a yellow Lambo
Aviators to the haters, f*** you all, I'm fuckin' Rambo

I walk the line, I walk the line, I walk the fuckin' line
I take the time, I take the time, but there's no fuckin' time
TMI, TMI, fuckin' TFI
Now get me off this fuckin' rock before I fuckin' fry
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so it flows, and so it flows
Down down to Downtown
Down to the Pacific, to the Pacific
We're living in LA Times
La la la la la, la la la
La la la la la, la la la
A litany of pity pouring out of every pore
Until you find a strung out junkie shittin' on your door
And where there's one you know there's gonna be a dozen more
911, lots of fun, here we, here we, here we go
44 billionaires and they're sittin' pretty
Countin' crypto in their caves high above the burning city
Mickey Mouse in the house
Peaceful sleep, filtered air
Pay your tax, anti-vax
Ginger Rogers, 'mon the Dodgers

La la la la la, la la la
La la la la la, la la la
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so it flows, and so it flows
Down down to Downtown
Down to the Pacific, to the Pacific
We're living in LA Times
All the tears you cry today
Are never gonna save you when it rains in LA
All the tears you cry today
Are never gonna save you when it rains in LA
All the tears you cry today
Are never gonna save you when it rains in LA
All the tears you cry today
Are never gonna save you when it rains in LA
Rains in LA, rains in LA
Rains in LA, rains in LA
Rains in LA, rains in LA
En esta canción de 'Travis' titulada 'L.A. Times', se destaca un sentimiento de dolor y sufrimiento que se refleja en diferentes aspectos de la vida. La letra describe una realidad cruda, desde la ostentación de un automóvil lujoso hasta la presencia de la miseria en las calles....