作曲 : Laura Stevenson
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.
Then you'll be halved
And you'll have to find a match
That fit your guts,
It hurts so much
But it keeps your blood in.
Watch out they'll swarm ya,
The bees that were born way too early,
Wakened by the swirling.
Cover your nose up,
They'll fill all your holes,
They will weigh you down
With honeycombs 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.