Things ain't going like the way you planned I ain't your bitch and you ain't my man Things ain't going like the way you thought Respect is earned it can't be bought believe it You really sold me out but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A. You been spittin' 'bout your golden pass But you remember getting pulled from the business class All good things must come to an end And was it ever really all that good my friend You really sold me out but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A. You got cell phone breath and some crystal meth L.A. You got the yes man cashing their payroll checks L.A. Life and death can feel the same At the end of the Rainbow there's just an empty booth that has your name It's got your name Let's go Are you still thinking 'Ain't life grand' So what was the point of fucking over the band Never trusted a single word you said Always knew you'd be crawlin' back to Red (crawlin') You really sold me out... but that's the way you Live and Die in L.A You got cell phone breath and some crystal meth L.A You got the yes man cashing their payroll checks L.A Life and death can feel the same At the end of the Rainbow there's just an empty booth that has your name It's got your name Got your name Got your name Not saying that I hate, but I feel better when you're not around