Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
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He must have died instantly, he felt no pain
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A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun
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Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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Sirens wail in the concrete
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
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Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door
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Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk
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As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say
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"He must have had it comin' to him anyway"
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
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Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume
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The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes
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Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon
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Which way do the signposts read
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African eyes in the sunrise
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The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering
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The violence of the evening decays into the night
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While shadows press like moths against the neon light
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Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze
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While libertines read pornozines in street cafes
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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The madman swings in the pulpit
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Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
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Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
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Electric Los Angeles Sunset
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| Al Stewart |
