L.a. Doga Beach

<br>Sitting here alone,<br>I still don`t understand<br>They`re up in outer space<br>The boys in the band<br>They left me here to stay<br>Spitting out some sand<br>And now I`m going down<br>With a bottle in my hand<br>Drunk on L.A. Doga beach<br>Seven in the morning<br>This drinking is no fun<br>Bottle after bottle<br>Unitl the day is done<br>Before it`s even dawning<br>Then drinking all day long<br>The only thing I hear is me<br>Singing my song<br>Drunk on L.A. Doga beach<br>I hope they`ll be back<br>And take me from this place<br>So I tune my balalaika<br>Waiting for that day<br>But when I start to play<br>People run away<br>And now I understand<br>Why they left me here to stay