(Verse 1)
From the valley to the coast, the rhythm's in the air,
A broken symphony of hope, mixed with pure despair.
They sold us all a fantasy of beaches, sun, and sand,
But all I see is concrete, in this promised land.
The billboards scream perfection, a life you can't afford,
Every smile a distraction, a message I've ignored.
We're fueled by cheap coffee and the promise of a fight,
Just trying to outrun the demons that come out at night.
The golden state ain't so golden, it's a faded shade of rust,
Where every dream you're holding turns to ash and dust.
(Chorus)
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy,
(This is West Coast)
The city's always buzzing, and the sirens are singing.
(This is West Coast)
This ain't no sunshine, no postcard-perfect view,
Just a whole lot of anger, breaking through.
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy,
(This is West Coast)
Another day, another problem, another damn city.
(This is West Coast)
So turn it up, turn it up, let the chaos take the floor,
'Cause we don't need your paradise, we're knocking on a different door!
(Verse 2)
The Hollywood Hills watch us, like a judging, silent crowd,
As we scream into the darkness, our voices getting loud.
Behind the pretty palm trees, the stories don't get told,
Of the broken dreams and secrets, that have gotten old.
The traffic never stops, a constant, heavy hum,
A reminder that you're stuck here, and your time is on the run.
We trade our sleep for ambition, our peace for a fleeting high,
'Cause living in this circus, you just gotta learn to fly.
The streets are full of legends, and the streets are full of lies,
You gotta read between the lines, behind all the disguise.
(Chorus)
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy,
(This is West Coast)
The city's always buzzing, and the sirens are singing.
(This is West Coast)
This ain't no sunshine, no postcard-perfect view,
Just a whole lot of anger, breaking through.
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy,
(This is West Coast)
Another day, another problem, another damn city.
(This is West Coast)
So turn it up, turn it up, let the chaos take the floor,
'Cause we don't need your paradise, we're knocking on a different door!
(Bridge)
(The music drops to just a deep bassline and a distorted synth, giving it a grimy, industrial feel.)
They say you can't escape it, this gravity of hate,
But we're just building our own world, behind the golden gate.
This is for the outcasts, the misfits and the freaks,
The ones who found their family in the broken-down critiques.
So let 'em have their sunsets, their perfect, peaceful lies,
We're here for the rumble, under these angry skies.
(Outro)
(The full band kicks back in, with the heavy riff and pounding drums. The vocals become more shouted and aggressive.)
Concrete and sunburn!
(Yeah, yeah!)
The city's always humming!
(Yeah, yeah!)
The sirens keep on coming!
(Yeah, yeah!)
This is our anthem!
(Yeah, yeah!)
This is our truth!
(Yeah, yeah!)
Concrete and sunburn!
(Yeah, yeah!)
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