Текст песни «Jesus in L.A.»

Well, I shook hands with the devil Down on the south side And he bought us both a drink With a pad and a pencil set by his side I said: «Tell me what you think» I’ve been looking for my savior, Looking for my truth, I even asked my shrink. He brought me down to his level Said: «Son, you’re not special, You won’t find him where you think» You won’t find him down on Sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you’re tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just sixteen Packed a bag and ran away And it’s a crying shame you came all this way ‘Cause you won’t find Jesus in L.A And it’s a crying shame you came all this way Cause you won’t find Jesus in L.A. Took a sip of his wisky Said: «Now that you’re with me, Well, I think that you should stay. Yeah, I now you’ve been busy Searching throught the city So let me share the way I now I’m not your savior, No, I’m not your truth But I think we could be friends.» He said: «Come down to my level, Hang out with the devil Let me tell you, in the end…» You won’t find him down on Sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you’re tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just sixteen Packed a bag and ran away And it’s a crying shame you came all this way ‘Cause you won’t find Jesus in L.A And it’s a crying shame you came all this way Cause you won’t find Jesus in L.A. And that is when I knew that It was time to go home And this is when I realized That I was alone And all the vibrant colors From the lights fade away And I don’t care what the say You won’t find him down on Sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you’re tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just sixteen Packed a bag and ran away And it’s a crying shame you came all this way ‘Cause you won’t find Jesus in L.A I won’t find him down on Sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when I’m tripping on some pills When they sold me the dream I was just sixteen Packed my bag and ran away And it’s a crying shame I came all this way ‘Cause I won’t find Jesus in L.A And it’s a crying shame I came all this way Cause I won’t find Jesus in L.A.