It's easy to love Los Angeles

If you never go anyplace pretty.

It makes you go crazy

When you're living so fast,

In the Heart of the Heartless City.

That was the place

Where I learned about greed.

I was hustling money

And doing up speed.

I was showing my friends

How to really get down.

That was the place

Where I gave up my hope.

I was preaching salvation

And loaded on dope.

I was out of my league.

I was out of my mind.

That was the place

Where I learned how to wait.

I was always there early

And always stayed late.

And I thought I was cool.

Lord, I must have been blind.

It's easy to love Los Angeles

If you never go anyplace pretty.

It makes you go crazy

When you're living so fast,

In the Heart of the Heartless City.

I have no special magnetism

For pain and sorrow.

Here I am only more grist,

Soft and imperfect,

Feeding the Relentless Mill

In the Heart of the Heartless City.