Hell, CA., Pop. 4

Love Hate Blackout In The Red Room Hell, Ca, Pop 4 She's a lone bitch biker with a skull tattoo Rides a mean black harley carries buck knife too Outlaw sheila in a leather vest They say she's worst, I know she's best 'Cause love is the unknown rider Hitchin' down the road with about ten cents She picks you up buys some cold budweiser Stealin' down the highway wind in your hair You don't know her name but you don't care 'Cause love is the unknown rider Spray paint one black can I'm really famous man On the walls that I spray on Black streak cool freak long hair loud guitar Bloody mouth preacher sinners go out at twelve 'Cause I'm from Hell California population four I'm from Hell California population four Lipstick on the mirror bee's honey on her thighs Lingerie past issue I commit fantacide 'cause she's unknown she's the unknown rider So what who gives a fuck I live in hell hell is my home I'm from Hell California population four I'm from Hell California population four I want some every night can't stop myself or the world from turning I don't even know your name but I think we'll party just the same I'm from Hell California population four I'm from Hell California population four I'm from Hell California population four I'm from Hell California population four