Vārdi:
The Decemberists Los Angeles I M Yours

I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste Has left me wretched retching on all fours Los Angeles, I'm yours Los Angeles, I'm yours Los Angeles, I'm

Tulkojums: Decemberists. Los Angeles, es esmu Tavs.

A plaintive melody Truncated symphony An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore, Los Angeles, I'm yours Oh ladies, pleasant and demure Sallow-cheeked and sure I can see your