I like to stick to walls
Observing conversations, lifting them when they fall
I am a fire escape, my spine is made of iron
My heart pumps that old red paint
Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself
I see the seasons change
And all the young faces come and replace the dying ones
Sit out on Lexington and Vine
And all the pimps and prostitutes wave you down at stoppin' signs
Save yourself, save yourself, yourself
Save yourself, save yourself
Los Angelos I’ve been waiting for you, to pick yourself up and change
The city you’ve made, this ocean and sand
Is founded on liars and self-made men
I watch the dreamers find their legs
And I’ve seen the ones that come get reduced to bones and rags
'Cause I am a fire escape
My spine is made of iron, my heart pumps that old red paint
Save yourself, save yourself
Save yourself, save yourself