California Lyrics - Past Life Martyred Saints - Ema

Fuck California 

You made me boring 

I bled all blood out 

But these red pants they don't show that 

My old friends though they know that 

And when I sold them I sold that 

I'm sorry Gracie girl you're golden 

I'm sorry Steven and Andrew 

That I ever left you 

You never seen the ocean 

You never been on a plane 

Schizophrenia rules the brain 

Aliens coming to take you away 

You're still my favorite 

Past Life Martyred Saint 

Gimme the places I'll give you the names 

Wasted away alone on the plains 

What's it like to be small-town and gay? 

Fuck it baby I know you'll never change 

So hold me down but I got it 

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 heave when I think of you 

Oh! California 

Now you've corrupted us all 

With your sexuality 

Tried to tell me love was free 

Tried to tell me love was free 

Us and them baby 

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 fucked it's 5150 

But I'm just 22 and I don't mind dyin' 

What does failure taste like? 

To me it tastes like dirt 

And I'm beggin' you please to look away 

I bet you money on the bob-tail nag 

somebody bet on the bay 

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 carrying The Gun 

The Gun The Gun The Gun 

The Gun carrying The Gun