-crazed angel Eyes so big and so black and so bad No reservations for this blue ice virgin You're the best thing you could ever have The city lights
must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city
this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new
sin submerged cities With oceans of fire To escape in legend Will be unforgiven by all of man Engravings of a sunken race to return to land Uncovered city
to be, I'm lost in the city, who's got the key? City of the angels, Oo, I hear you callin' me. City of the angels I've got this feelin' that things
father's clutches, And this oppressive neighborhood. On a journey you must go, To find the land of Hollywood! In The City of Fallen Angels, Where the
cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven like it was real Said, "They got mansions in heaven Yeah, the angels
life on the path to City ov the Sun angel calls out: in mysterium coniunctionis deus est homo and I understand the Burden ov this journey: I know, I will
a city called Heaven 12 gates to that city 24 elders in the city 48 angels in the city The streets are paved with gold Have you heard of a city? And
20, Baltimore, Maryland Hollywood bound in 1983 Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell
city, his everlasting home, And shouted hosanna, deliverance will come. While gazing on the city, just o'er the narrow flood, A band of holy angels
Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy There's a city where the streets are paved in gold A land where the milk and the honey flow And a mansion which for
psychopath landmine The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal The sick stick together like NATO One-eight-oh degrees, he's now state-owned Lost in the city of angels
when I prob'ly could I don't polly Mohammed Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West Coast, the home of the bodybag The shotty, the mag Los Angeles, where the
Eyes over the city rise up from your soul They hang over the streets at night Brought on by the cold We live with the numbers Mining a dream for the
you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey The best journey
feat. Frost) [Chorus:] Let me tell you something about the way we do it, where we from "In the City of Angels" We are from Los Angeles And no other city