she hangs around the boulevard
she's a local girl with local scars
she got home late...she got home late
she drank so hard the bottle ached
and she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
but nothing's clear in a bar full of flies
so she takes and she takes...
she takes and she takes
she understands when she gives it away
she says...

chorus
man, i've gotta get out of this town
man, i've gotta get out of this pain
man, i've gotta get out of this town
out of this town...and out of LA

she's got a gun...she's got a gun
she's got a gun she calls the lucky one
she left a note by the phone
to leave a message 'cause this ain't a home
and she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
she cried so long the tears ran dry
then she laughed and she laughed...
she laughed and she laughed
'cause she knew she was never coming back
she said...

chorus

it's all she loves
it's all she hates
it's all too much for her to take
she can't be sure
just where it ends
or where the good life begins

so she took a train...she took a train
to a little ol' town without a name
she met a man, he took her in
and fed her all the same bullshit again
'cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied
he lied like a salesman selling flies
so she screamed and she screamed...
she screamed and she screamed
it's a different place but the same old thing

it's all i love
it's all i hate
it's all too much for me to take
i can't be sure
where it begins
or if the good life lies within
so she said

man, i've gotta get out of this town
and now i've gotta get back on that train
man, i've gotta get out of this town
i'm out of my pain
so i'm going back to LA
back to LA...