To Live and Walk in LA
You know, what the fuck do you have to do to get convicted of a crime in Los Angeles these days anyways? Michael Jackson, OJ, Robert Blake, Rodney King – shit, you must literally have to perpetrate the crime literally in FRONT of the jury for them ever to find you guilty.
That’s it! I’m moving to Los Angeles; look out Rodeo Drive, here I come!
To hell with your meager laws, they just get in the way of having some hearty fun. I’m going to do whatever I damn well please when I get there since there doesn’t seem to be any negative legal repercussions to your actions whatsoever.
I’m going to snort lines of crushed glass and film hardcore porno movies with Charlie Sheen and abducted thirteen-year-old girls and then make public statues and art works out of euthanized puppies and dead hookers, and nobody will give two shits because no jury would ever convict me.
Hell, they'd probably give me the key to the damn city!
It’ll be paradise!
That’s it! I’m moving to Los Angeles; look out Rodeo Drive, here I come!
To hell with your meager laws, they just get in the way of having some hearty fun. I’m going to do whatever I damn well please when I get there since there doesn’t seem to be any negative legal repercussions to your actions whatsoever.
I’m going to snort lines of crushed glass and film hardcore porno movies with Charlie Sheen and abducted thirteen-year-old girls and then make public statues and art works out of euthanized puppies and dead hookers, and nobody will give two shits because no jury would ever convict me.
Hell, they'd probably give me the key to the damn city!
It’ll be paradise!
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