The Ganglands Of My Heart

They say Los Angeles is not
For the faint of heart it will eat you alive
Well,  I grew up here
And I turned out just fine

We sing happy songs because we’re happy
We don’t drink we don’t smoke

We just admire the Art Deco palm
Trees swaying in the wind
And the sun kissed stars
That walk the boulevards
We are care-free and in love

I can’t wait to wake up to another
Day in The Ganglands of My Heart