California

Fuck California, you made me boring
I've bled all my blood out
But these red pants they don't show that
My old friends though they know that
But when I sold them I sold that
I'm sorry Gracie girl you're golden...
I'm sorry Steven and Andrew that I ever loved you
You never seen the ocean you never been on a plane
Schizophrenia rules the brain
And it's coming to take you away
You're still my favorite past life martyred saint
Give me the places, I'll give you the names
Wasted away alone on the planes
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 in
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
I said them? Maybe 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
I'm just 22
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind
What does failure taste like?
To me it tastes like dirt
I'm begging 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
I used to carry the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, carrying the gun.