Bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dizzy in the hills, I need to slow down
How can I relax when I got the music so loud?
No one ever told me that I sold out
But I'm just sittin' in my car all alone now
Pretty tell me what you tell me
Tell me what you know about reptiles?
Not something creepy, tell me something that'll make me smile
I don't really know much about that
But I know all about snakes in the grass
Tell me what you know about real friends
How do you believe that they'll be loyal 'til it all ends?
I don't think that I could ever do that
Instead, I'm just tripping on snakes in the grass
On Mulholland Drive
Nothing good happens at night
These people are nice, but I know it's a lie
I don't know how to feel
Except that nothing is real
I'm feeling it still
Fuck Beverly Hills
Repeating numbers
I think that I'm losing it
We're all just some lost soles living in Los Angeles
Meditations right before breakfast
Not long after that, I'll be feeling anxious
A pound of pain, a pound of pleasure
Don't know where to go
Either way there's so much pressure, it's like a pot of gold
Tried to take out all the venom, it was pointless
Found there was a lesson in the poison (yeah)
I drink too much
I know my friends all hate my guts for good reason
This LA sun just isn't worth who I've become, so I'm leaving
Tell me what you know about reptiles
Not something creepy, tell me something that'll make me smile
Oh, I don't really know much about that
But I know all about snakes in the grass
All morning drive
Nothing good happens at night
These people are nice, but I know it's a lie
I don't know how to feel
Except that nothing is real
I'm feeling it still
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
I'm sorry
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
I'm not sorry
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
I'm sorry
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
Fuck Beverly Hills
I'm not sorry
(Ha-ha)