A redwood tree, the radio

They moved them down the hall

A beauty queen from Idaho

Was broken in the fall

Never write a love song

Never write a trip hop

Never write a ballad

Got to get a grip now

Cause nothing ever matters

If you hide away from it all

In twenty years this place will be

Just like L.A. today

Never write a love song

Never write a trip hop

Never write a ballad

Got to get a grip now

Cause nothing ever matters

If you hide away from it all