Dogs Of L.a Lyrics - Whip-smart - Liz Phair

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. 

I was a Star Trek crew member 

With my Beatle boots and my Super-8 

And I raced you to the top 

The camera gets a stuttered shot 

Of me approaching a painted shrine 

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry 

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry 

Georgie, I'm your friend 

And the shit-brown reservoir 

Is a testament to the dogs of L.A. 

They hold the place like the mafia 

And say, "Run me around again" 

The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms 

You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along 

And I raced you to the top 

Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks 

Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein 

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry 

I kissed the Buddah and made him cry 

Georgie, I'm your friend 

And the shit-brown reservoir 

Is a testament to the dogs of L.A. 

They hold the place like the mafia 

And say, "Run me around again, I wanna go again" 

The shit-brown reservoir 

Is a testament to the dogs of L.A. 

They hold the place like the mafia 

And say, "Run me around again"