Land of La LA Songtext
von sex stains

(One, two)

Welcome here to the Land of La LA
No one′s home when you're needing someone
You made me leave my lovely couch
When you threw my little white TV out

In the cold, cold streets of New York City
My luck ran out in the Land of Plenty
You won′t come over, cuz I got no couch
And you won't come see me with my TV out

But, they want the
(Say what?)
Ruff Stuff
(Uh huh) But they
They want la la LAs
(Ruff Stuff) And the angels said

Welcome here to the Land of La LA
Friendly here, in the flaky fuck-fuck
Can't keep a rubber on your lame ass dick
So why you gotta make all the bad girls sick?


How many texts does it take to talk?
How many flags till I′m finally walking?
Through the backstage, who are you?
Who are you, and what do you do?

But, they want the
(Yeah, right!)
Ruff Stuff
(Uh huh) But they
They want la la LAs (No way)
(Ruff Stuff)
And the angels said

Welcome here to the Land of La LA
Happy to serve, don′t quit your day job
Can't get ahead or off the streets
So, who do you know, and who do you meet?


Boots on the ground or a drone in your head!
Stranger to welfare, ain′t no healthcare
No one cares, so what do you wear?
What do you wear and no one cares
Welcome here to the Land of La LA
Welcome here to the Land of La LA
La-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la
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