All the lights and the cameras and the action
You've always reminded me of some famous actress
In a Courtney Love t-shirt and a Western fringe jacket
So tall and blonde and evenly back-lit
So I bought a dream in a Black Friday blowout
Then I moved to California for a six foot knockout
Goddamn Pamela Anderson
Eat your heart out
Eat your heart out
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-Lost
Let's fast-forward to the more tragic
Isn't that the way it always happens?
Listen
I have this terrible habit of revising the past with
A focus on the bad shit and that kind of damage
It doesn't ever get quite fixed (doesn't ever get quite fixed)
So let me blame it on my anxiety
A luxury never afforded me
Flash it on the wide screens that light up Chavez Ravine
Is this gonna be the death of me?
(And that's going to be the death of him)
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-Lost
Now I'm banging at the gates of The Bohemian Grove
Trying to sing and dance for all the people in the shadows
There's trouble in paradise I know, I know, I know, trust me I know
I haven't lost my mind yet, but fuck, I'm getting close (fuck, I'm getting close)
So no one else can reach me, I destroyed my goddamn phone
While standing in the shallow-end in my leopard print bathrobe
With a 9-iron in one hand and a '45 Bordeaux
I'm yelling at whoever's hiding-out in the mangrove
Who's out there?
Who's out there?
Who's out there?
Who's out there?
I'm a walking, talking, southern gothic
Out looking for treasure buried deep in the tropics
(What's up today?) Oh, I'm just digging my own grave
On a lonely strip of the Pacific Coast Highway
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-Lost
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Shangri-La-La-La-La-La-Oooh
Shangri-Lost
Shangri-Lost