Death Cab For Cutie - Why youd want to live here

^GI'm in Los Angeles t^Doday... ^DIt smells like an airport ru^Cnway. Jet fuel ste^Bnches in the ca^Cbin And lights fl^Cmaj7ickering at random. ^G

^GI'm in Los Angeles today^D... Garbage cans comprise the ^Cmedians of ^Bfreeways always ^Ccreaping Even whe^Cmaj7n the population's sleep^Ging.

An^Dd I can't see why you'd ^Bwant to liv^Ce here. ^GI'm in Los Angeles today^D... Asked a gas station e^Cmployee if he ^Bever had trouble ^Cbreathing And he said "It^Cmaj7 varies from season to season, ^Gkid."

^GIt's where our best are on ^Ddisplay... Motion picture actors' h^Couses Maps are ne^Bver ever curr^Cent So save your^Cmaj7 film and $1^G5.

^DAnd I can't see why you'^Bd want to l^Cive here. ^{G D}Billboards reach past the^B tallest^C buildings,^{G D}"We are not perfect^B - but we ^Csure try^G." ^DAs UV rays "degraded"^B our youth ^Cwith time.^G

^EmThe vessel keeps pumping us through this ^Gzentropic place In the ^A7belly of the beast that is ^CCaliforn-i-a, I^Em drank from a faucet and I ^Gkept my receipts For when the we^A7igh me on my way out ^C(Here nothing is free). ^EmThe greyhounds keep coming Dumping ^Glocusts into the street Until the ^A7gutters overflow And Los ^CAngeles thinks, (single percussive strums) C C C C (let it ring) "I might explode someday soon."

^GIt's a lovely summer's ^Dday And I can almost see a ^Cskyline through a ^Bthickening shroud of e^Cgos. (Is this the ^Cmaj7city of Angeles or demons?)^{G G}Here the names are what remai^Dn... Stars encapsulate the ^Cgolden age And they ^Bneed constant cl^Ceaning for when the^Cmaj7 tourists begin salivating.^G

^DAnd I can't see why you'^Bd want to l^Cive here. ^{G D}Billboards reach past the ^Btallest ^Cbuildings, ^{G D}You can't swim in a^B town this^C shallow^G - as ^Dyou will most assuredly ^Bdrown ^Ctomorrow ^G