The rain pours down on the southern town

Though it's hotter than LA

The gas lit flames dance through the night

Lighting my way home

With rusted roof tops stones below

The smell of harbor in my brain

The smell of harbor in my brain

The smell of harbor in my brain

Sitting in the bay I miss LA

The girl that would decay

The roofs are lit with colored kids

Drink their sorrows down

Build with bricks and made with hate

The memories inside

The ghosts that follow me back home

She's 6 feet under ground

She's 6 feet under ground

She's 6 feet under ground

Sitting in the bay I miss LA

The girl that would decay