California
Wax Fang
California’s on the television
Poisoning the ocean, poisoning the sun
I’m waiting for the taste of it, waiting for the sound
Of California dreaming underground
California’s in the papers: politics and prison bars
Communism’s overtaken Hollywood Boulevard
And on and on… I might be wrong…
Oregon, the stars are angels
Photographing astronauts from Heaven
California’s on the screen
Like a theme park with a wave machine
They’ve got vintage t-shirts, vintage jeans
Cut out from their magazines
Should I somehow end up living there
With a full time job and a part time career
I’d bе lost, once and for all
So California, what have you done?
California, what havе you become?