Oh, California, I tried to warn ya
The Earth is gonna quake before ya
You'll be real sorry, but it won't be sorry
The dirt is gonna crack and split you in two
And you'll be halve and you'll have to find a match that fits your guts
It hurts so much, but it keeps your blood in
Watch out, they'll swarm ya
The bees that were born too early, wakened by the swirling
Cover your nose up, they'll fill all your holes
They'll weigh you down with honeycomb
And though, it'll be your one chance to be sweet
You'll be a thankless home for ungrateful drones
Who will churn your bones to butter
And you're not coming home
No, you've got plenty more in you, don't ya?
So please go easy, and breathe some clean air for me.
Oh, California, I hate to inform ya
Now waves are crashing, coming toward ya
Soaking your pals and dragging them out
You're the only straggler grabbing onto the shore
But all the salt's pooled in your ears
It's all your fault, I tell ya
Listen will ya?
Can't you hear me baby?
And you're not coming home
No, you've got plenty more in you, don't ya?
So please go easy, and breathe some clean air for me
And if I'd only known how to warn you
I'd pull you undertow if I had to
But I'm too lazy, and you're too stubborn, baby
compositores: Laura Stevenson
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