Well, I shook hands with the devil
And he bought us both a drink
With a pad and a pencil sat by his side
I said, "Tell me what you think"
I've been looking for my savior,
He brought me down to his level
Said, "Son, you're not special
You won't find him where you think"
You won't find him down on Sunset
Or at a party in the Hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you're tripping on some pills
When they sold you the dream
Packed a bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
Took a sip of his whiskey
Said, "Now that you're with me
Well, I think that you should stay"
Yeah, I know you've been busy
Searching through the city
I know I'm not your savior
But I think we could be friends
He said "Come down to my level
Let me tell you, in the end
You won't find him down on Sunset
Or at a party in the Hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you're tripping on some pills
When they sold you the dream
Packed a bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
You won't find him down on Sunset
Or at a party in the Hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you're tripping on some pills
When they sold you the dream
Packed a bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
I won't find him down on Sunset
Or at a party in the Hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you're tripping on some pills
When they sold you the dream
Packed a bag and ran away
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
And it's a crying shame you came all this way
'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA
