California

Fuck California

You made me boring

I bled all blood out

But these red pants they don't show that

My old friends though they know that

And when I sold them I sold that

I'm sorry Gracie girl you're golden

I'm sorry Steven and Andrew

That I ever left you

You never seen the ocean

You never been on a plane

Schizophrenia rules the brain

Aliens coming to take you away

You're still my favorite

Past Life Martyred Saint

Gimme the places I'll give you the names

Wasted away alone on the plains

What's it like to be small-town and gay?

Fuck it baby I know you'll never change

So hold me down but I got it

Quick hit to the face

Soft blow to the mouth

On Christmas morning

You're bleeding from the fingertips

You rubbed me raw you rubbed me wrong

And I heave when I think of you

Oh! California

Now you've corrupted us all

With your sexuality

Tried to tell me love was free

Tried to tell me love was free

Us and them baby

You You You You You and Me

Oh Love! In the time of scandal

Love in the form of tragedy

Love so much so real so fucked it's 5150

But I'm just 22 and I don't mind dyin

What does failure taste like?

To me it tastes like dirt

And I'm beggin you please to look away

I bet my money on the bob-tail nag,

somebody bet on the bay

I saw Joseph carrying the gun

I saw Mary carrying the gun

The Gun The Gun The Gun

The Gun carrying The Gun

I saw Grandpa

carrying The Gun

I saw Grandma

Carrying The Gun

The Gun The Gun The Gun

The Gun carrying The Gun

I used to carry The Gun

The Gun The Gun The Gun

The Gun carrying The Gun