Matamoska!, "East L.A." from Birth of the Fourth Wave of Ska (Rude Boy Mike Papa Whiskey)
Skammentary:
"And I guess that over time
Try to convince myself,
But it doesn't work,
No, it's impossible
For me to look at you,
Your pictures on my phone
Remind me
That I'm gonna die alone.
"The future's not in stone,
But I feel it in my bones,
Wish that you were home
In East Los Angeles.
Oh, baby, you know it's true,
I'm dying without you,
With nothing left to do,
With nothing left to do…"
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