Lost Angel

She's going down for the last count
No one left here is getting out
Once a beautiful metropolis, Now L.A.
Is a city in the final stages of decay

Its own people fight one another
We pollute and poison like no other
The roads and walls are tumbling down
And the rest of it is burning to the ground

Once the pride of the South West
Now no one sees her at her best
California's problems no longer hide
Behind its flashy, famous side

If we do not try to find a way
To make all the sickness go away
There will be nothing for tomorrow
But a blackened pit of sorrow