They named it the rock
Land of the living dead
A repose for the rich and famous
All the infamous would tell each other's lies
Why did they want to tell the truthOn an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds blowMost were poets
And they wrote in basic prose
On the walls of their Sunset Boulevard
In their nine by five rooms became inspired
By the silence in sight of the cityOn an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds blow
Just across the bay
Battered by the waves
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds blow
Just across the bay
Battered by the waves
