Miss California

Got a fence and you don't know

Two hands that subtlety show this.

I bet on lying stars, do you?

With your cage in your hands

I wanna buy it and you don't care

What a feel of love that you bring

If you calm down I'll rally round you

Be your rare machine

If you love mistakes, Miss California

Let me bleed for you

Got scared and shed a tear

No legs, the puppeteer is gone

Wooden scars never heal

Matchbooks, kerosene

Dead poets coming clean

Obituaries for your men

If you calm down I'll rally round you

Be your rare machine

If you love mistakes, Miss California

Let me bleed for you.

If you calm down we can rally round you

Be your rare machine

We all love mistakes, Miss California

Let us bleed for you