One foot in Cali and one in the car
Gonna be a rockstar
Got no job, got no money, I’ve made it this far
Good God, save me Jesus, you’re trying too hard

Ninety-nine degrees in the human bazaar
Check the doppler radar
There’s no rain for the moment, but don’t go too far
I’ve got bottled water in the back seat of my Jaguar

A healthy dose of pleasure
Synthesized, but it will do the trick, you’d never know
The City of the Flies
Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you’ve ever known
I’ll pose the question

Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I’ve done fuckall?

Saving it for later or for all I can stand
Got the doorknob in my hand
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, I walked in the room
Good God, save me Jesus, a little too soon

Resting my head after hours of trying
You wouldn’t believe it, the death I’ve been dying
But I found a proxy, a dramatization
It’s not what I live for, but it’s consolation

The City of the Flies
Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you’ve ever known
I’ll pose the question

Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I’ve done fuckall?

Would it be so wrong to join a cover band?
And rest my head on someone else’s songs?
(But let me tell ya you’ll make a lot of money)
City’s full of spiders
And pitcher plants so sweet
Drink a little nectar friend
You’ll never leave

Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I’ve done fuckall?