The Yards — California lyrics

Lyrics

Feel the heat from your newborn sun
Almost as certain as a smoking gun
Can you feel ‘em marching on your mind?
It’s a poisoned head case who’s a friend of mine
California’s calling for you
No long goodbyes
Your misfortune lied
Did you can see more clearly when you sold your soul
On a silver moonbeam you can tie your rope
We know you’re out there pick up the phone
We’ll send a crazy jackass to kick away your throne
California
California’s calling for you