California

Fuck California, you made me boring I've bled all my blood out But these red pants they don't show that My old friends though they know that But when I sold them I sold that I'm sorry Gracie girl you're golden... I'm sorry Steven and Andrew that I ever loved you You never seen the ocean you never been on a plane Schizophrenia rules the brain And it's coming to take you away You're still my favorite past life martyred saint Give me the places, I'll give you the names Wasted away alone on the planes 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 in 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 I said them? Maybe 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 I'm just 22 I don't mind dying I don't mind dying I don't mind What does failure taste like? To me it tastes like dirt I'm begging 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 I used to carry the gun I used to carry the gun The gun, the gun, the gun The gun, carrying the gun.