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- Well, I shook hands with the devil
- Down on the south side
- And he bought us both a drink
- With a pad and a pencil sat by his side
- I said, "Tell me what you think"
- I've been looking for my savior, looking for my truth
- I even asked my shrink
- He brought me down to his level
- Said, "Son, you're not special
- You won't find him where you think"
- You won't find him down on sunset
- Or at a party in the hills
- At the bottom of the bottle
- Or when you're tripping on some pills
- When they sold you the dream you were just 16
- Packed a bag and ran away
- And it's a crying shame you came all this way
- 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
- And it's a crying shame you came all this way
- 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
- Took a sip of his whiskey
- Said, "Now that you're with me
- Well, I think that you should stay"
- Yeah, I know you've been busy
- Searching through the city
- So let me share the way
- I know I'm not your savior
- Know I'm not your truth
- But I think we could be friends
- He said "Come down to my level
- Hang out with the devil
- Let me tell you, in the end
- You won't find him down on sunset
- Or at a party in the hills
- At the bottom of the bottle
- Or when you're tripping on some pills
- When they sold you the dream you were just 16
- Packed a bag and ran away
- And it's a crying shame you came all this way
- 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
- And it's a crying shame you came all this way
- 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA"
- And that is when I knew that it was time to go home
- And that is when I realized that I was alone
- And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away
- And I don't care what they say
- You won't find him down on sunset
- Or at a party in the hills
- At the bottom of the bottle
- Or when you're tripping on some pills
- When they sold you the dream you were just 16
- Packed a bag and ran away
- And it's a crying shame you came all this way
- 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
- I won't find him down on sunset
- Or at a party in the hills
- At the bottom of the bottle
- Or when I'm tripping on some pills
- When they sold me the dream I was just 16
- Packed my bag and ran away
- And it's a crying shame I came all this way
- 'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA
- And it's a crying shame I came all this way
- 'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA


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