Roger Waters - Going to Live in LA lyrics

Molly stood still in the rain and wept Young Billy kicked stones down the courthouse step The police linked arms in a line to hold back the crowd How much longer Mum, said Ben Why's that policeman kicking that man? Can we have a bit of jam on our bread today? Then the whistle blew and the gates swung back Wave, said Molly Ben waved his cap At two eyes looking through a little slot Like someone dying in a letter box And Molly said: Say goodbye to the valley Say goodbye to the rain Through the miracle of telecommunications In the private sector We got a message today Your Great Uncle David, your great Uncle David The one who went to the USA The one with the swimming pool and the palm trees And the big dog, the BIG dog Has asked you to stay, to stay And you're going, going, going To live in LA Going, going, going Oh, Hollywood hills Oh, midnight thrills Benny, your time has come Oh, oh, Benny don't drink the water Stay away from the c**aine slaughter Oh, Benny, you don't get caught, you'll have some fun And I'm going into him Benny, Benny Yeah! Get down. Oh no, Benny, be cool, don't drink the water Oh no, Benny, stay away from the boss' daughter Now there's a hundred miles of sushi bars And pastel convertible cars And up on Mulholland Drive Where Warren Beatty locks himself in his safe at night just to stay alive Nothing's going on Nothin's goin' on