Cobra Killer

Cobra Killer - L.A. Shaker lyrics

Four corners and a king-sized bed.

A china-lamp breaks beside my head.

All those fragments on the floor.

Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door?

The tiles were made to make me slip.

Fitted carpet takes me in sips.

I should have known in the early state:

This room was made to liquidate.

Arsenic in a four-star-meal.

The law doesn`t allow to appeal.

Cyanide through the air-condition.

L.A. is shaking in its best tradition.

I drink acid out of the tab.

I carry my face in a plastic-bag.

No escape,they owe my fingertip.

I`m damned to dance on Sunset Strip.

Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk.

Lights are orders: walk- don`t walk.

Paramount pictures from the suicide hill.

The angels came up just to kill.

L.A. Shaker on the median-stripes.

L.A. Shaker on a video-tape.

L.A. Shaker in a sushi-bar.

L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach

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