Pumps drunk with oil   Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX   People fill their tanks in flights of fancy   Actors waitin' tables with a method they can't share      Waitin' for what's next   Waitin' for the big screen in disrepair   I mean despair   I mean that actor standin' there      Are we not all actors and the whole wide world our stage?   Nah, some are worthy writers   With the grit to hit the page, to be or not be   Now, just part of the heartbeat in LA