Wake up the guys

Tell them all that we're on

This is the moment of truth

The club smells like piss

And there's three flights of stairs

But such is the folly of youth

Yeah

We came to melt your face

We're gonna torch this place

We're gonna take you down

This is the LA sound

Load up the van

Grab the headliner's hummus plate

Quick, before they find out it's gone

According to the Thomas Guide

We got an all-night drive

But it's worth every godforsaken mile to play our songs

We came to melt your face

We're gonna torch this place

We're gonna take you down

This is the LA sound

Whoa

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We came to melt your face

We're gonna torch this place

We're gonna take you down

This is the LA sound

We came to melt your face

We're gonna torch this place

We're gonna take you down

This is the LA sound

Can't fake the LA sound

This is the LA sound

You can't fake the real thing

This is it

The LA sound

You can't fake the real thing

This is it

The LA sound