City of Angels, City of God
take me in and save me
From the Horrors of the East;
I know that things are different somewhere,
because they just have to be.
There’s a Man with a coffin chest
and Holocaust-oven Eyes who follows me
He’s walking through the Desert night
and He’s steadily closing in;
California please, I implore,
Has the Western Coast got room for one more?
I know Big Sur will save me
from the Jersey shore.