California Lyrics

F*ck 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 Grewie Golden...
I'm sorry Steven and Andrew that I ever loved you
You never seen the ocean you never been on a plane
Schizophrenic rules the brain
And it's coming to take you away
You're still my 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?
F*ck 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 hear you and I think of you
Oh California
Now you've corrupted us all with your s**uality
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 f*cked
It's 51-50

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 Man
Somebody bet on the bet

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