my life is a paradox
seems that i care a lot
meaning that i stare a lot
but i don't give a fuck
armchair compassionate
accessory fashion it
get me a character fit to assasinate
i generalise criticise amplify
exemplifying what? take a shot
then sell it while the barrel's hot
lying there and rotting thinking what do i crave?
slave to the market market for the slaves
i'm just a sucker like you (x4)
social stand-outs with plastic obsessions
commercial handouts for catchy confessions
i've got the fear that i'm gonna get afflicted
with a means to and end i'm contradicted
lost my integrity just momentarily
grab its sorry ass and pin the fucker down please
slap it in the face till it quits the hysteric
rhetoric then my friend you can fucking bury it
i'm just a sucker like you (x16)I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
I'm leavin' you, Mama, 'cause you know you don't treat me right.
Let me tell you somethin', Mama that you don't know,
Let me tell you somethin', good gal that you don't know,
Yeah, I'm a do-right Papa, and got a home everywhere I go.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, Lord, Lord.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here,
I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare.
Come on in here.
Listen to me, Mama, while I sing this song, Lord.
Listen to your Daddy sing you this lonesome song.
You got me worried now, but I won't be worried long.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, hey, hey, hey.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here,
I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare.
Honey, get over here.