Текст песни СМЕТАНА band - Лос-Анджелес

How to find out where the ticket is sold
Into the life about which they play songs on the radio
I would hijack a convertible
And would drown his mother on the highway
I would meet you on the sidelines
Wearing a sheriff's hat and boots
We would drink whiskey with you
Cause don't give a damn about the road to hell
We would sing radiohead songs
The hot wind would rip the words from our lips
Taking them to where we are not
Where people like us are waiting for their tickets

Chorus:
This is not Los Angeles (not Los Angeles)
Not even a forest
This is not Los Angeles (not Los Angeles)
Where have I got myself

We've seen it all in the movies
And dreamed of freedom and love
Only we are not allowed to go to the cinema
We can't find any budget or talent
And therefore not a convertible
And I am driving the killed nine
And so you are not a model
Much more like Conchita Wurst
Lonely damsel on the highway
Will never sit in my clunker
And so my companion
I was looking for the Internet for travel
But that shouldn't stop us
We'll take a motel room for two
This is my only chance
Determine your real gender

Chorus
This is not Los Angeles (not Los Angeles)
Not even a forest
This is not Los Angeles (not Los Angeles)
Where have I got myself

A track is playing in my player
Thoughts about you
Who are you really?
Open up to me soon
Amazing appearance
Very strange features
Never to such girls
I didn't get into my pants