Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Craig Johnson
Craig Johnson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Johnson
Craig Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Craig Johnson
Craig Johnson
Engineer

Lyrics

Windsurfing our way to paradise
Diving over fences and trenches
Wearing Armani suits in the garden
Throwing grenades at gnomes
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
To all my friends in California
Have a nice day
Faking sirens for attention
Eating red berries is my game
Even romance on game shows
Life is never gonna be the same
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
To all my friends in California
Have a nice day
Cause we're in a mirage
It's all a dream
Violence and suicide
Are getting to me
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
I can't tell what's real anymore
Is there any point in caring
Is there any point at all
To all my friends in California
Have a nice day
To all my friends in California
Have a nice day
Written by: Craig Johnson
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