Well it's a pretty bad place outside this door
I could go out there but I don't see what for
And I'm happy living in the dark
On the edge of my mind
And it's nobody else's business

Now it's just me, myself, and the secrets
That live within the walls
Of the mansions of Los Feliz

Well the city's on fire
You can smell the flesh
And the screams like dogs in the wilderness
And where do all the poor souls go
Looking to mend their hearts
Like it's everyone else's business

And at best they'll find the secrets
That live within the walls
Of the mansions of Los Feliz

La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da, la

Well he's gone out again
And left you all alone
Well come on over, I'm always home

And where do all the poor souls go
Looking to mend their hearts
Well I do mean to make it my business

And it's just me, myself, and the secrets
That live within the walls
Of the mansions of Los Feliz

Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): MARK O. EVERETT