A dream
Faxed head
185 miles to sacramento
186 to san francisco
210 to hollywood
Hundres of miles to anything good
186 to san francisco
210 to hollywood
Hundres of miles to anything good
We are trapped, we cannot mature
Cannot leave, that's for sure
Only death can lift us out
Of this town and its stagnant gout
I've got to get out of this hospice
And there's only one real way
I would sniff glue but they've taken it away
Can't run and my wheelchair's too slow
Long for a hit from a poisoned arrow
Call a local a "fag" is the only way to die
Wheel me out on the street so i can try
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- House Of Spirits
- January's Here
- Don't Turn Out Like Me
- Bring The Dead Boy Peace
- The Colors of Coalinga
- The Four Freshmen
- Demon's Chills
- Pirelli Deli
- Farmer Ferdinand Hudson
- Teachers
- The Ancient Evil
- Chiropractic
- McPatrick's Lament
- Deathly Peace