Electric Los Angeles Sunset - Al Stewart

Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain

He must have died instantly, he felt no pain

A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun

Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Sirens wail in the concrete

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh

Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door

Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk

As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say

«He must have had it comin' to him anyway»

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh

Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume

The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes

Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon

Which way do the signposts read

African eyes in the sunrise

The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering

The violence of the evening decays into the night

While shadows press like moths against the neon light

Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze

While libertines read pornozines in street cafes

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

The madman swings in the pulpit

Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh