Another Song About California

Baby won’t you move to California, ‘cause I heard they’ve got some really nice
things there
And my baby, I’ve been living in a coma, but at least I’ve got these wonderful
pills
Man, it’s head over heels, they said that you’d be dead — I wanna do the cinema
If it’s right or wrong, at least the pain won’t last so long
I’m saying I don’t wanna leave you there to die
Baby won’t you move to California ‘cause I know they’ve got some really nice
things there. And my baby, I’ve been smoking up a coma, but I never have to
take those damn pills
Cry through hands of fate and I’ll meet you on some other side, with some help
from those pills and some moonshine. Why not try? It’s not too late.
I’d rather not die by hands of hate and that’s okay with me. Yeah,
that’s okay with me
Baby won’t you move to California ‘cause I know they’ve got some really nice
things