West Coast -

It’s been one thousand years

All the other people

Laying on my back

Praying to the steeple

And I think to myself

Would I be better of dead?

Better of dead?

Holy war!

Fuck your holy war!

«Speak deep truth»

Said the man on the floor

He was showing me some kind of evil

This partnership

Was written in the sand

Cold, grey, west coast, ruggard land

and I think to myself

Would I be better of dead?

Better of dead?

West Coast rugged beauty is in my head

What if when I’m waking you’re still there

West Coast rugged beauty is in my head

Everytime I close my eyes I see you staring back at me

And I think to myself…