Downtown L.A.
Music & John Kaye / Lyrics by Jason Stan.
© Copyright 1998 Paramount Music.

Late at night on the telephone wire
A strangerg's voice
He said it's Johnny, I'm coming home real soon
The prison guard opened up the gate
To let him walk away
Face to face, with the world he never knew

He burned down the churches
In a silent civil war
Cause religion came knocking far too late
Not that anyone cared
They knew what it was for
On the streets of Downtown L.A.

35 years old He's a family man
Got the house on the hill, a wife and son
But this world, it owes you nothing
It'll tear you to pieces
Money's tight so he finds himself a gun

A hold up on Madison
They never saw it coming
He blew them all away, oh
Lying there on the pavement
Chalk around his soul
On the streets of Downtown L.A.

Not many around here, give a damn
They got nothing more to say
Just another peaceful night in paradise
On the streets of Downtown L.A.