This is where dreams come true
In the city of Lost Angels
Without wings they walk among us
What a man I am
I'm King of all the broken dreams
Problem
Action
Results
Life can be
Pretty unfair
Some men
Proclaim to be me
So poor
All they have is money
Their most
Is my worst
Not even a smile
What do you do
When no more credit
Not without love
That's what I need
I could use it
Some of that good stuff
A hug.
A long hug.
A kiss.
A long kiss.
A little bit of sugar.
Tastes so sweet.
