Text: The Scenic. So Cal So What?.

Los Angeles is calling me. I don?t like the sound of it. All these kids on heroin, they do it for the hell of it. Oh yeah, California. A lust for fame has taken the wheel. The hills are burning out like the friends you thought were real. The trannys on the boulevard are screaming, ?Everybody?s famous for the weekend!? Wake up, need it. I got that feeling.
Drugs and make up, I think you?re made up and all of you are larger than life. Ladies want to hit this, lawyers want to kiss this. Nothing in my pockets so put me on your guest list. In cyberspace the stars are floating naked--a constellation prize for having made it. Rap stars are doing time, I?m standing in their spotlight. Don?t want to go to California. Don?t want to hear your California ways. And if you need a place to go
It?s alright to call your own. We?ll walk the streets of Philadelphia. I want to traumatize the world at hand. I want to play my rock and roll all night. Oh yeah, California, you?re larger than life.