[Verse]
Well, I shook hands with the devil down on the south side
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, looking for my truth
I even asked my shrink"
He brought me down to his levels said
"Son, you're not special
You won't find him where you think"
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
When they sold you the dream you were just 16
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