Four corners and a king-sized bed
A china lamp breaks beside my head
All those fragments on the floor
Who closed that curtain on the balcony door?
The tiles were made to make me slip
Fitted carpet takes me in sips
I should have known in the early state
This room was made to liquidate
Arsenic in a four star meal
The law doesn't allow to appeal
Cyanide through the air-condition
L.A. is shaking in it's best tradition
I drink acid out of the tap
I carry my face in a plastic bag
No escape they owe my fingertip
I'm damned to dance on Sunset Strip
Sidewalk deserts automobiles stalk
Lights are orders walk don't walk
Paramount pictures from the suicide hill
The angels came up just to kill
Arsenic in a four star meal
The law doesn't allow to appeal
Cyanide through the air-condition
L.A. is shaking in it's best tradition
L.A. Shaker on the median stripes
L.A. Shaker on a video tape
L.A. Shaker in a sushi bar
L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach