Ghost On Sunset Strip

He told all his friends he was gonna move out to LA
Burn bridges, all of them, he was gonna move out to Cali
Now he's living in the sun
And the stars at night, under 'em
Underneath the underpass at Melrose and the 101
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angels, it's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes
So now he's living out here in Los Angeles
As for his addiction, he said he could always handle it
Hollywood all weekend, on Monday back downtown
Thought he'd be famous, now in madness he walks around
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angels, it's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes
It's Babylon, it's paradise, it's the promised land
It's Halcyon, it's silicon, it's meth, cocaine and heroin
It's Starbucks and it's all looks, it's "real life" TV
It's rusty scalpels and dirty needles, it's surgery city
Now he talks to himself alone out on skid row
Look around, there's no one else, he's laughing with the ghost of Marylin Monroe
The valley suit is shining on a smog alert hazy day
The last time that I saw him he was down and out, down and out in LA
That's just the way it goes
It's not the city of angels, it's the city of ghosts
That's just the way it goes