City of Angels

I drive shrouded by the seasoned palm trees
Amongst the gilded Range Rovers
and all I see is red

Red for miles,
a dragon winding through rich and poor, white and black, blue and brown
I am part of the dragon, stopping every two seconds to look to my left and see the castles of kings and on my right the slums of the disenfranchised

Where are the Angels in this city?
On my right or on my left?
Se Habla Espanol...
I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag...
Si, Se Puede...

Senor, Haznos Los Instrumentos De Tu Paz
So we can be the Angels