"Wow!" said the broken Californian
down on the beach that used to be by the beach
Town hasn't moved but's gettin' closer
Losin' ground. Making better views and close
Ground sure don't like the way
its treated, so now, it's moving back to the sea.
Plans to hitch a ride with the
river cuz deep down plumbing
life is too cramped for me.
I got wood legs and bow legs and
no legs at all. Goddamn.
Would you accept a collect call?
Oh no, I don't understand.
I got sore eyes and poor eyes and
no eyes at all. Goddamn!
Would you like to take a fall.
No I don't like this plan.
It was a staple of brass tack and
waxed backs. A memo left
on the forehead of god.
Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song:
"We're going union, like they say,
We'll buy the congregation.
Then one day, you'll find us sittin'
in your chair with big ideas of stock and shares.
We're going union."