Startime Songtext
von Tsar

L.A. is the place to be
And if it ain′t as shocking as it used to be
Take the bullet out your head
Put it back in the gun
Get your finger on the trigger

Welcome everybody to the city of sound
Feast on the feet that turn the city around
All they wanna do is get up on your ass and let it go

My brothers are all proud rockers
Wild and aloof and trippin' on acid
My sisters are all stone stunnas
Wide to the roof and rollin′ on Adam

Baby you live like a suicide
Hell somebody's gotta step and die
Why don't you fake a limp down in Hollywood
Never liked an old fraud who ate his money for food


Fall fifteen then it freaks the fan
The fan′ll thank us for usin′ you man
C'mon pass the pipe and take the test
Cause you′re the ugly hobbyman, you're David Koresh
And if you don′t dig that
Why don't you go home and watch some T-Bone Fucker

My sisters are all nice fuckers
Juice to the roof and lookin′ up my way
My brothers are all teeth cutters
Glued to the tube and jumpin' like an icebreak

The hay ain't never let me down
Hell I′m a sound of a gettin′ around

And we say yo
American gold
Fill my heart with gladness Lord
You gotta save us all
Clean my mouth of sadness Lord

My brothers are all proud rockers
Trippin' on acid
My sisters are all stone stunnas
Rollin′ on Adam
My brothers are all proud rockers
Trippin' on acid
My sisters are all stone stunnas
Wash these devils off


Start time rock and roll
Make up your mind cause it won′t
C'mon get ready to let it rock on
Start time and steal the show
So many miles to go
And let it rock on
Get ready to let it rock on
Get ready to let it rock on
Get ready to let it rock on