Из альбома: East Coast Super Sound Punk of Today!
Good Luck, Bad Luck
It's invisible tides of highways.
Don't you think, Charlie?
It's random shit like waves.
Yeah, Fuck you Charlie.
Across this country filled
with islands of disaappointment,
we seek family, we find augeries that say
Stop your crying, keep on driving
Things will be better in California.
You like to play it safe,
but you want what you paid for,
I can't stand California.
The next day changing tires
we attract the usual flies and homeless
and it's 'cigarettes and change man?'
Consequences that await you
bad faith you're pushing West
you can't outrun or let run over you.
I won't stoop to prayer
cause the physics were already there
when Charlie wished us luck saying
Stop your crying, keep on driving
Things will be better in California.
I'm sure we had our reasons
but I can't recall them
I can't stand California.
Foundations can never be relain
and anyway its too late for weak hearts who won't decide
Don't stop when you hit the ocean
Panicked ants on the coast of slow motion.
I smell a dream dying, die dream die.
The rotted rind of this rotted country
rots in the West and its beyond me
Why anyone would look there for anything unless
You don't care what you're finding
is blank and confining
There are no answers in California
You're dumb enough to move there
You belong there
I can't stand California
Stop your crying, keep on driving
Stop looking to California.
Oh, your reasons are cheap and see-through and
I can't stand California.