The second that you came around I knew that this would work because we were golden, like southern California. And all my life I've waited for a love that
, undercover in the low-low Tryin' to extort you for yo dough That's a no, no Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show [Chorus] Bounce, rock, Golden State From
The devil you know Is back here again The devil is stoned He's making friends We move, we break The sun we shade You come we go We're fast, we're slow
These roads stretch a thousand miles In every way, I look for the day As we ride over the hill Well, I am blind The Golden State has been home But I
We got the soul, we got the honey Stay alive we keep on running House is on fire we're petrol stained We stay on the move we ahead of the flames We are
It's a beautiful world, everyone's insane You swim, either you fade It's a revolution time, we're sleeping at the wheel Apocalypse child, in a nuclear
I stand around at american weddings I stand around for family At my best when I'm terrorist inside At my best when it's all me I was there when they
Let it slide overhead When I believe in you my soul can rest But our love, it's really love Can never fail, but fail it does When we shine like the sun
, my engine is with you My engine is with you, my engine is with you Tie me in with electric line Bathe me in bacchanalian wine If I with you to gold
I found myself in another world I found myself alive and well I am the vapor, I am the gas You be the angel of everything This is the land of the living
Watch the water feed the soil So the circle is complete See what you have become Is the earth beneath my feet? I'll bring in the stains Your alabaster
When we die We go into the arms of those who remember us We are home now Out of our heads Out of our minds Out of this world Out of this time Are you
Speed kills coming down the mountain Speed kills coming down the street Speed kills with presence of mind and Speed kills if you know what I mean I got
Skies ripped open by the sun Daylight comes but not soon enough Speed down your track in search of you Strapped to the back of what we do Anesthetize
Crucified for eternal sins Reinvent myself shape my alter skin Try to break the mold severed hold First you find your threshold bevels Breathing out
late great golden state It's getting hard to negotiate When you're one slip From a grim fate In the late great golden state In the late great golden state
the tip of your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are luck We are ]fate We are the feeling you get in the golden state
tip o' your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are love, we are fate We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
