More Shortbus Lyrics
Today is my last full day in Vestal! Weeeew! IĖm not doing anything at all today! I did write out some more Long Beach Shortbus lyrics just for the hell of it!
California Grace
California grace
Palms that can grow up and reach the sky
I never did stop and wonder why
It seems they climb into outer space
TheyĖre disgusted living under California grace
California grace
Dear _(Spanish?)_ donĖt misunderstand your son
Come crazy little live my life on the run
IĖll write this line on your pretty face
Say IĖm doing just fine on California grace
California grace
__?__ woman put your hand in mine
IĖve got my mind made up this time
You and I are getting out of this place
DonĖt forget to pack up your California grace
Smog fills the sky with pink and blue
Beautifies the air while itĖs killing you
Sounds like thatĖs the place where we all be
LetĖs hitch a ride in California gracefully
Gracefully, yeah, oh
Miles of road that we havenĖt seen
Ancients ruins, fields of green
Come on girl we got dreams to chase
Young and under California grace
Crazy little woman wonĖt you follow me
Open your mind and set me free
You and I got to work no grace
WeĖre young and under California grace
Say IĖm doing just fine on California grace
WeĖre young and under California grace
Odd Walking Man
WeĖre talking influence and weĖre painting with a traitorĖs brush
We jam on turnstiles and weĖre waiting for the human thrush
We lit the pom-poms on the Westside and we turned to go
Took symphony in the river, washed it down the river, no!
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Who walks funny
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
ThereĖs nothing like a pack of niners psychedelic flow
ThereĖs no one like the whoĖs wild with a forty-four
We take it to the top of the hill
Ride until the sun comes up
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Yeah
I know a king who sat up on the throne
Surrounded by junk and everything he used to own
This shit is easy, itĖs hard getting my picks
ItĖs not the junk I throw away
ItĖs about the junk I fix
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
Odd walking odd walking man
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