From the recording We Met In The Womb
Lyrics
California
Nothing to do
No where to go
Life is a bore
I don’t even know
What’s the point
When you’ve got nothing to show
Walking around like I’m a ghost
California’s on my mind
We’ll get there sometime
I’m stuck here in this fucked up place
And all my tracks I can retrace
California’s on my mind
I had no idea
How much I’d hate it here
It’s no place for a punk
Who’s stuck down on their luck
Insecurity
I set free
Will I ever get out of here?
Well, I sure hope so!