Look At That Body (AKA City of Angels)
Words and Music by Jeff Flynn

F min
The Santa Ana wind blows
The smog out to sea.
And for a few days
The city can breath

B flat min
Until some punk
Lights the brush on fire
F min
And all the hills go up
Like a stalker's mad desire

F min
The sky rains ash
And the sun turns red
Some fire fighters fight the fight
And end up dead

B flat min
And when the rain comes
The mud will spill
F min
The houses and the mud will
Come sliding down the hill

C min
And the whole damn thing
Is coming down
F min
Get your stuff together
'cause it's going down

F min
The young can't get those jobs.
The old can't quit.
They're worried 'bout insurance
And the cost of it.

B flat min
The companies have figured out
It's cheaper if you die
F min
So the HMOs will tell you to
Thrive baby thrive

C min
You better stay healthy
You better well try
F min
'cause the company will cut you off
Dead or alive

B flat min
City of Angels
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City of Angels
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City of Angels
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City of Angels

F min
No one says they're sorry.
It's just hit and run.
The shooter, he's decided
He ain't ditching the gun.

B flat min
It's still got bullets
It might still have use.
F min
And what has this jaded kid
Got to lose...

F min
Look at gangsters
Aren't the cool!
Flashing their signs
At the local high school

B flat min
They try to shoot each other
They miss instead
F min
Some mama's baby
Gets hit in the head

B flat min
City of Angels
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City of Angels
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City of Angels
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City of Angels

F min
Hey sir, yes you sir,
Can I have a dollar
My dog is mighty hungry
He needs a new dog collar

B flat min
He hasn't had a bite to eat
And we could use a little treat
F min
What's the matter? Don't you care?
Don't you even care 'bout dogs?

B flat min
City of Angels Subvoice: In my dream, it stood before me,
F min
City of Angels golden wings and wrapped in glory,
B flat min
City of Angels brilliant lights around it's head,
C min
City of Angels and this is what it said to me...

F min
Rock-a-babies on the hilltops
When the wind blows
The markets rock
B flat min
And when the markets crash
The cradles will fall
F min
And down will come the babies
Cradles and all

C min
Look at all the cradles
Smashed on the wall
F min
The fat cats on wall street
Took it all.

B flat min
City of Angels Subvoice: Campaign reform is out the door.
F min
City of Angels A few get rich. The rest get poorer.
B flat min
City of Angels Five decide the things to come.
C min
City of Angels Look and see what have they done...

F min
Look at that body,
a mean Mauzer oddie.
That fat cat's driving
With his blond hottie-tottie.

B flat min
You could be like him,
drinking his gin,
F min
squeezing her leg,
smiling his grin.

C min
Come on, admit it.
You want to be like him.

F min
Show me I'm wrong
Show me I'm wrong
Show me I'm wrong
Show me I'm wrong
Mercy

2010 Copyright Jeffrey Christopher Flynn,  All rights reserved.
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