Video Los Angeles City Of Death de Swans 2024 Punk Lyrics

Swans - Los Angeles City Of Death Lyrics

Oh the city calls its wild wastes
its fortressed breeze to help
In the park was Caravaggio's Christ
who fucked the police and put an end to the price of automobile radio heists
And did you want to help did you think you'd help?
But your help was a hurt
A motivational welt
Wounds and their salts
"And the ill milk in your bones
and you whisper to your knees
and your two broken collarbones:
You want to take a photograph then take a photograph of me!"