Fuck California You made me boring I bled all blood out But these red pants they don't show that My old friends though they know that And when I sold them I sold that
I'm sorry Gracie girl you're golden
I'm sorry Steven and Andrew That I ever left you You never seen the ocean You never been on a plane Schizophrenia rules the brain Aliens coming to take you away You're still my favorite Past Life Martyred Saint Gimme the places I'll give you the names Wasted away alone on the plains What's it like to be small-town and gay? Fuck it baby I know you'll never change
So hold me down but I got it Quick hit to the face Soft blow to the mouth On Christmas morning
You're bleeding from the fingertips You rubbed me raw you rubbed me wrong And I heave when I think of you
Oh! California
Now you've corrupted us all With your sexuality Tried to tell me love was free Tried to tell me love was free Us and them baby You You You You You and Me
Oh Love! In the time of scandal Love in the form of tragedy Love so much so real so fucked it's 5150
But I'm just 22 and I don't mind dyin
What does failure taste like? To me it tastes like dirt And I'm beggin you please to look away
I bet my money on the bob-tail nag, somebody bet on the bay
I saw Joseph carrying the gun I saw Mary carrying the gun The Gun The Gun The Gun The Gun carrying The Gun
I saw Grandpa carrying The Gun I saw Grandma Carrying The Gun The Gun The Gun The Gun The Gun carrying The Gun
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