LA Runaways کے بول

The ashes are glitter, the aftermath gold The curtain is torn, and the cities made whole The billboards are fossils kept by the sky Selling their goods to the ghosts of 1999 The victory broadcast still lingers mid-air: "Hollywood's orphans are back in her care!" The alleys are all red carpets tonight We're kings and we're queens, we're the fallen on high So raise up the lights, raise up your birthrights and LA runaways, call your homes tonight The third world was fragile, the first made of stone Our fathers would wrestle theirs angels from home You were my Esau, my brother, my kind I rode on the pegs of your new two-wheeler bike I stole your birthright, I stole your life Now I've come for forgiveness, to reconcile Celebrity mansion, open your doors Your latchkey grandchildren are wrinkled and worn