Way Out West - Verbena

I think I’m going to california

Visions of skin covered in roses

I’m so happy I got blond

Watch the sun till it’s black

Take your friends made of paper

Hold them over a match

I’m letting the good times roll

I’m down in the rabbit hole

I’ve got a mexican radio

Me and my rubber soul

It’s just my 19th nervous breakdown

Some girls in rehabilitation

Well it’s just like a movie

As a matter of fact

I’m gonna get me an army

Dress all your men up in black