 Dogs of l. a. lyrics ( Liz phair )   
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 Rate Dogs Of L. A.
Artist : Liz phair
Song : Dogs of l. a.
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh l.a.
I was a star trek crew member, with my beatle
boots and my super-8
And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a
stuttered shot
Of me approaching a painted shrine
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I’m your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to
the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say,
"run me around again."
The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living
palms
You were beaming as I focused in, and I panned
along
And I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up
from dusty rocks
Young abe vigoda plays frankenstein
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
I kissed the buddah and made him cry
Georgie, I’m your friend
And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to
the dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say,
"run me around again,
I wanna go again."
The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the
dogs of l.a.
They hold the place like the mafia, and say,
"run me around again."
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