"The LA Sound" lyrics

"The LA Sound"

Wake up the guys
Tell them all that we're on
This is the moment of truth
The club smells like piss
And there's three flights of stairs
But such is the folly of youth, yeah

We came to melt your face
We're gonna torch this place
We're gonna take you down
This is the LA sound

Load up the van
Grab the headliner's hummus plate
Quick before they find out it's gone
According to the Thomas guide
We got an all-night drive (And the heater is broken)
But it's worth every godforsaken mile to play our songs

We came to melt your face
We're gonna torch this place
We're gonna take you down
This is the LA sound

Oh, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We came to melt your face
We're gonna torch this place
We're gonna take you down
This is the LA sound

We came to melt your face
We're gonna torch this place
We're gonna take you down
This is the LA sound

Can't fake the LA sound
This is the LA sound

You can't fake the real thing
This is it, the LA sound
You can't fake the real thing
This is it, the LA sound
You can't fake the real thing
This is it, the LA sound


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