Well, I shook hands with the devil
Down on the south side
And he bought us a drink
With a pat and a pencil sat by side
I said: Tell me what you think
I've been looking for my savior
Looking for my truth
I even dash my shrink
He brought me down to his level
Said: Son, you are not special
You won't find him where you think
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
Took a sip of his wisky
Said: Now that you are with me
Well, I think that you should stay
Yeah, I now you've been busy
Searching throught the city
So, let me chattaway
I now I'm not your savior
Not, I'm not your truth
But I think we coul be friends
He said: Come down to my level
Hang out with the devil
Let me tell you, let me in
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
And that is when I knew that
It was time to go home
And that is when I realize
That I was alone
And all the vibrant colors
From L.A. fade away
And I don't care what the say
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A
