California - The Yards

Feel the heat from your newborn sun

Almost as certain as a smoking gun

Can you feel ‘em marching on your mind?

It’s a poisoned head case who’s a friend of mine

California’s calling for you

No long goodbyes

Your misfortune lied

Did you can see more clearly when you sold your soul

On a silver moonbeam you can tie your rope

We know you’re out there pick up the phone

We’ll send a crazy jackass to kick away your throne

California

California’s calling for you