Dressing Room Walls-Old 97's

I might have wound up in L.A. panning for gold Found me a woman to warm up with when the water got cold But I heard that there ain't no gold there There's just line upon line of cocaine I've been there once and I ain't gonna go there again I stopped believing in true love when Reagan was king The years have gone by now and the years haven't changed anything Trying like hell to get better But I'm gearing myself for the worst The punk rock will get you if the government don't get you first I'm gonna write down my name in the ladies' room stall Find me a pay phone and place a few calls I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls My advice is to not let us boys in For we chose misery as our rock Misery must love all the new friends that she's got I'm gonna write down my name in the ladies' room stall Find me a pay phone and pay for it all I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls