Из альбома: Popular Mechanics
I like the way California smells before a natural disaster
You can always tell when the fire's coming.
Prophets come down from the mountainside,
Check their breath and start screaming
better watch your back, 'cause the fire's coming
Nothing burns like a palm tree in the night.
Nothing sells quite like sex by candlelight.
It's entertainment in the parlance of our times.
We're all going to float off into space
Laughing the night away.
I like the stories that talk about the west coast of Nevada
I'm not sure what it takes to remove a state
but I'll do some research.
All of my friends know the end is near,
Watch for a pale horse and rider riding on
a cloud towards the business center