Tabbed by Cobbler C -32010 C/B -20010 Well the city's on fire you can smell the flesh And the screams like dogs in the wilderness And where do all the poor souls go looking to mend their hearts like it's everyone else's business and at best they'll find the secrets that live within the walls of the mansions of Los Feliz Well he's gone out again and left you all alone well come on over I'm always home And where do all the poor souls go looking to mend their hearts well I do mean to make (guitaretab.com)
