LA Rejects

everybody says nice things about a place, wrapped up in sin
everybody loves it so much more, but I just can't fit in

they've got
blue teeth in their ears
toasting with expensive beers
to how unimportant they've become

and I rot
in this bitter dessert sun
and they seem to be having so much fun
talking all about where they're from

everybody loves the sunset, and the dusty desert sky
everybody is happy with all this mediocrity, but I just don't know why