Rialto Los Angelenos Lyrics:
Therapy sessions since the age of seven - a
familiar dysfunction. Only 21 going on 11, when
his loving arms became a truncheon. Well she can
act cute or she can act coy - the tantrums turn up
uninvited; she's playing with needles 'cos she's
bored of her toys - oh it's so hard to get
excited. Misunderstood and overfed on mummy's
pills and daddy's bread - Los Angelenos from hell,
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you're doing very well. A telephone voice that
keeps us all sweet, but there's always a call
that's waiting. She's pulling faces across the
room as she speaks, as if it's all so irritating.
[CHORUS]
Bubblegum for brains, she's getting silicone chest
pains – she don't look quite so young after all
that holidaying in the sun. You just need an agent
to make you a star - you know that the awards are
waiting. Behind tinted windows of American cars,
you'll make interesting conversation.
Lyrics: Los Angelenos, Rialto [end]