Hollywood - Junkyard, L.A. Guns

See the boy on the corner

He’s only twelve years old

Every night he’s out there doin' his best

To get his goodies sold

Cause he’s gotta feed his momma

Gotta beat off a couple a dads

They just come around

When they feel like bangin' in the bag, yea…

Aww, that’s life

In Hollywood

Where what’s bad

Just seemed to be good

That’s life

In Hollywood

I love the place

Am I misunderstood?

Livin' in a junkyard

Livin' like a couple a thieves

Well I can’t go to my homeboys place

Cause I got no gasoline

But if you say you’re buyin'

Then I’ll have another round

And if you’ve got the money honey

Well I’ll drink you down, yea…

Got shootings down the freeway

Shootings down my street

Fine lookin' lady on the corner says

«Hey boy, I’ll sell you a treat»

Well that’s my lovely city

That’s my neighborhood

I live like I want to

Not like I should, yea…

Yea… yea…yea…