Paroles
Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay
Across the grapevine to L.A
We've got desert, we've got trees
We've got the hills of Beverly
Let's burn the hills of Beverly
Walk with your credit card in the air
Swing it nine times like you just don't care
This is the slow sick sucking part of me
This is the slow sick sucking part of me
And when I suck in kisses, it's ours
Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch
And to the bottom of the Tahoe Lake
Man-made deltas and concrete rivers
The South takes what the North delivers
You film hack, I don't use your pay
Lost in the foothills of my pride
Trocadero, say good night
To the Last Psychedelic band
From Sacto, Northern Cal
From Sacto, Northern Cal
Take it, neighbor, 'cause you're my neighbor
And I need favors, you're my neighbor
You've done me favors, 'cause I'm your neighbor
I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash
Trash! Trash! Trash!