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 disappointment
We seek family, we find auguries 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, it's 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 it's 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
