Well he used to be a tailor, sew those suits so fine
                 And he never heard of failure and he never tasted wine

                 And he used to be a leader when he had someone to lead
                 And he used to be a father when he had some mouths to feed
                 when he had some mouths to feed.

                 And they say it never rains in l.a. cali
                 It gets cold enough to wish you had a few
                 And he left tonight and said I finally found me
                 a room with a view, how 'bout you?

                 He was living in a castle that he built with his own hands
                 out of newspaper and cardboard, he was living off the land,
                 He was living off the land
                 He was living off the land

                 a room with a view
 

               And they say it never rains in l.a. cali
                 it gets cold enough to wish you had a few
                 And he left tonight and said I finally found me
                 a room with a view, how 'bout you?

                 And he used to be a leader
                 And he used to be father