A redwood tree, the radio
They moved them down the hall

A beauty queen from Idaho 
Was broken in the fall

Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all

In twenty years this place will be 
Just like L.A. today 

Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all