A redwood tree, the radio, they moved them down the hall A beauty Queen from Idaho was broken in the fall Never write a love song, never write a trip hop Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now 'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all In twenty years this place will be just like LA today Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now 'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now 'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all Never write a love song, never write a trip-hop Never write a ballad, got to get a grip now 'Cause nothing ever matters if you hide away from it all