The sun is up, the early morning flavours
once more set up the trades and all the tables
we speak of progress, soon we speak of wars
we say hello / goodbye, we close the doors
The sun is gone for just about an hour
in comes the cheaters and notorious liars
like serpents crawling, close to the ivory towers
This - called "the coming of the business hour"

The native world they gather around the fire
to feed their swirling demons of desire
"The ones that have shall get" and that's a fact
take one step forward movin' two steps back
We all must feed the monsters of excess
to fill the holes in souls will leave no rest
"A man is nothing more than his success"
this seldconsuming race will be your test

A million lights still keep the city bright
the words are right but not the melody
There's no more beggin here on Eco street
But souls are starving to pedestrian beats

So many living here from day to day
They dream of "something else" but they still stay
This monster of a city takes it's toll
will no one ever hear or head your call

I'm Looking for love in the city of angels
Looking for love.

So many different dreams and different tales
A twist of fate, a spin of fortune wheels
The educated rise and make their calls
Before the blanket of oblivion fall

They took your land, they wrote your history
in grand old gestures saying you are free
they took your youth, they took the labour years
and last of all they took your dignity

Looking for love in the city of angels
Looking for love.