California Goths

I'm getting high

To pass the time

No reason why,

Was my reply.

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well.

When I die.

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well. (Whose looking out for you?)

When I die.

The sun will always shine

I think I've lost my mind

He's looking out for you

When I die

When I die

When I die

When I die

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well.