I want to go down to L.A., oh, I want to go down to D.A. I want to see the lights shining bright, oh, I want to see them shining tonight I wish my friends were all doing well, oh, I wish my friends were all doing better But these are the times in which we live and die, no need to lie, no need to cry Mama, I'm sorry if I let you down, Mama, I'm sorry to pick me up off the ground Mama, I'm sorry I *** up, oh, oh You're one of the things we can't really have, and we have so much sometimes It's just sad, for counting the years I'm counting to death I wish I could spend more time in your bed Mama, I'm sorry if I let you down, Mama, I'm sorry to pick me up off the ground Mama, I'm sorry I *** up, oh, oh I wish I could spend more time in your bed