The one that got away is in the getaway car

She said I broke her heart with my electric guitar

No peace in Los Angeles

Now I could stay in PA with some kids and a wife

Instead I’m doing 90 down the 405

No, no peace in Los Angeles

You’ll come crawling back

With your eyes intact

You will know that I’ve been around

I moved to California in my 25th year

With nothing but my brothers and a van full of gear

Now sanity’s a luxury not all can obtain

As I was running from my past we all went insane

No, no, no, no peace in Los Angeles

It’s a numbers game

The years forgotten names

I’m a master of redirected doubt

And I found no peace in Los Angeles

No, no no peace no

Just a little bit

So come stay with me

Save your sympathy

I don’t know who you think you are

But I know, I played your fool so long

I played your fool so long
I played your fool for too long

For too long
For too long
For too long