She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She says, man I gotta get out of this town
Man I gotta get out of this pain
Out of this town, and out of L.A.
She's gotta gun, she's gotta a gun
She gotta gun she call the lucky one
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends
I'm out of my pain, so I'm goin' back to L.A.
Back to L.A, back to L.A.
I'm goin' back to L.A.