Lyrics

At the corner of la brea and yukka
I got my home away from home
I share walls with hookers and misfits
7 star is imbedded in my bones

So many mornings
I sat on the steps outside
Looking up on runyon park
As the sun begin to rise

With my head still in a daze
To many shots from the bar at Mells
I can feel the eyes from the hills
Looking down while judging me

It's a fine line made of lies and barbwire
That separate this town
The trenches are filled with bodies of those who chased the American dream

Hollywood hills
The cocaine thrills
Diversity
Of broken dreams

It's alright
It's okay
It's poverty
And unity

I take the
212 to the 99 cent store
Where the clever people shop
You can get a great deal
For a meal
And still have money for fun

I pass Melrose
And Beverly
Where the rich goes to shop
Going by Wilshire blvd
That will take you to the beaches of Monica

Hollywood hills
Cocaine thrills
Diversity
Of broken dreams

It's alright
It's okay
It's poverty
And unity

Colorful tents
Fill the pavement
Like old mosaic art
Inside those homes
Are Stories to be told
If you give yourself the time

You're not very far
From those stars
That shine so bright on you
A make belief life
Next to reality
All along La brea avenue