Pumps drunk with oil
Dance like prehistoric locusts
On the hills to LAX
People fill their tanks in flights of fancy
Actors waiting tables with a method they can't share
Waiting for what's next, waitin' for the big screen in disrepair
I mean, despair
I mean, that actor standing there
Are we not all actors, and the whole wide world our stage?
Nah, some are worthy writers, with the grit to hit the page
To be or not to be
Now just part of the heartbeat in L.A.
